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VOL. 2, NO. 40

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men in the service

The Routine at an Air Force Redistribution Station

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By Sgt. ED CUNNINGHAM
YANK StafF Correspondent
IR TRANSPORT COMMAND HEADQUARTERS, A S -
A SAM, INDIA—The 9th of April, 1942, was a
> dim day for Allied power in the Far East.
British and Chinese troops were retreating across
Burma. Col. (now Maj. Gen.) Claire L. Chen-
nault's game but outnumbered Plying Tigers
were abandoning their air bases in' central Bur-
ma before the advancing J a p ground forces.
Lashio, southern terminus of the Burma Road
and key point in the last Allied supply route
to China, was in imminent danger of falling.
Just after dawn on that morning of Apr. 9, a
battered and worn Douglas DC-3 transport plane
took off from a jungle airfield in Assam, India,
and climbed laboriously over the 14,000-foot
peaks of the Himalaya Mountains, which separate
India from China. The aging plane was loaded
with 100-octane gas intended for the B-25s of
Brig. Gen. (now Maj. Gen.) Jimmy Doolittle's
Tokyo raiders, if they landed safely in China.
Pilot of the DC-3 was Lt. Col. (now Brig. Gen.)
William Donald Old of Uvalde, Tex.
Old's flight had little immediate effect on the
course of the war in the Far East. But the long-
range possibilities of that first aerial supply trip
across the Hump—the name U. S. airmen have
given the Himalayas—were not lost on a group
of U. S. Army officers in India.
They saw that this new air route was more
than the last hope of keeping China in the war
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until the vast potential of Allied power
could be concentrated in the Far East.
They realized that some day it might
actually surpass the supply capacity
of the winding, tedious Burma Road.
They were right.
American planes are now carrying more mili-
tary supplies, by actual weight, to China than
were hauled over the Burma Road in any aver-
age month during the two years before its cap-
ture by the Japs.
Those supplies are being transported by a
constantly increasing fleet of U. S. t w o - and
four-engine airplanes, operated by the Air Trans-
port Command's India-China Wing between bases
in Assam and Yunnan 'Province.
Gasoline and bombs used by Maj. Gen. Chen-
nault's Fourteenth U. S. Air Force are flown into
China by ATC planes. Weapons carriers, 2'-4-ton
trucks, jeeps, 4,000-pound ack-ack guns, medical
supplies, food and clothing for both Lt. Gen.
Joseph W. Stilwell's U. S^ fbrces in China and
the Chinese Army itself are ferried through the
skies by this huge "cargo-carrying operation.
Dwarfing any commercial air-line operation in
history, the India-China Wing's 24-hour-a-day
ferry service over the Hump hauls more cargo
than the combined pre-war freight carried by all
U. S. civilian air lines. It has more pilots and
operates more planes than America's three
largest commercial lines did up to December 1941.
It even has its own "shuttle r u n " from the
United States to Assam. Planes bring necessary
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spare parts and other high-priority supplies di-
rect from Patterson Field, Ohio, to the ATC bases
in northeastern India. The shuttles make the 15,-
000-mile trip in a few days, stopping only for
fuel and new crews en route.
Officially the flyers of the ATC are not con>^t
men; they are only freight crews. Yet they ha^e
flown the most dangerous air-route in the world,
bucking weather, mountains and Japs in daily
defiance of the law of averages. Some of them
have died carrying out their missions. Others
have suffered injuries that will cripple them for
life. All of them have done a job that rates right
up alongside Guadalcanal and Salerno.
Weather and mountains are the principal head-
aches. Monsoons that ground the J a p air force
in Burma don't stop the ferry crews flying the
Hump, Freezing oyercasts put three inches of
ice on their windshields and two inches on their
wings. The pilots have to fly blind when snow
static cuts off radio communication and leaves
them lost for hours. Sudden storms and down-
drafts haunt them. Towering mountain peaks
bend theif radio beams miles off, so the pilots
have to correct navigational drifts many degrees,
and force the overloaded planes up to altitudes
exceeding those at which they were designed to
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fly Even so, there is always the threat of a
mountain wall looming up still higher ahead.
A forced landing in this jungled and moun-
tainous terrain is a million-to-one shot. Those
odds were lengthened when the Japs offered the
head hunters 300 rupees for every GI head.
Finally, the ferry crews face the constant
threat of being jumped by roving Jap fighter
patrols, packing a heavyweight punch of fire-
power; against this, the ATC transports have
only tommy guns for protection.
B RIG. GEN OLD was in charge of the first ferry
service to China. But his duties were not
limited to flying and administrative work. He
was right down on the line with privates and
corporals, loading and servicing planes for their
"daily flights. One night, the general and a
ground-crew sergeant packed about 300 crates
of gasoline on a plane. The next morning, Old
flew it across the Hump and helped unload it.
That was just a routine day for the general and
his crew—Lt. John J. Boll of Ironton, Ohio;
T Sgt. Ernest Creach of Hammon, Okla., and
S'Sgt. Albert Wagner of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Col. (now Brig. Gen.) Caleb V. Haynes of
Mount Airy, N. C , took command of the ferry
service late in April 1942 when U. S. Army
transports arrived to supplement the P a n - A m e r -
ican ships then on the route. All Burma was
about to fall into Jap hands. The transport crews
were called on for double emergency duty. After
unloading their cargoes of supplies for the Flying
Tigers and the retreating Chinese Army, the
planes stopped at Lashio and Myitkyina to pick
up loads of Burma refugees.
In the 10-day period before Lashio and Myit-
kyina fell to the Japs, 3,608 evacuees and 623
Chinese and British wounded soldiers were fer-
ried to safety in India. DC-3s normally carrying
26 passengers were loaded with almost three
times that number. On one trip Capt. Jake Sartz
carried out 75 evacuees. Maj. Gen. Chennault
himself was flown out of Loiwing in a ferry plane
piloted by Brig. Gen. Old, when the Jap Army
was only a few miles away.
Food for Lt. Gen. Stilwell's party on its re-
treat from Burma was dropped by Brig. Gen.
Haynes from a DC-3 that was jumped by J a p
Zeros on the way back to its base. The U. S. plane
escaped after T/Sgt. Ralph Baldridge, the radio
operator from Wynnewood, Pa., and Sgt. Bob
Mocklin, the crew chief from Royalton, Pa., had
emptied their tommy guns at the enemy fighters.
The entire Burma evacuation was accomplished
without the loss of a single ferry plane, thanks
to the one-man pursuit-force activities of Col.
Robert L. Scott Jr. He kept the Japs off the tails
of the ferry planes by bombing enemy bases and
intercepting enemy patrols in his lone P-40.
Keeping the transport planes in operation dur-
ing the monsoon months of 1942 was a desperate
struggle. Not only the weather but lack of spare
parts and leserve planes plagued the Assam-
China-India Ferry Command, as it was then
known. One crash put four grounded planes back
in the air when the damaged ship was cut up
and its parts distributed. Minor repairs were
even made with adhesive tape and paper clips.
A shortage of mechanics was another draw-
A transport plane of the India-China Wing stands by to fly a group of Chinese soldiers to the eastern front.
back. Truck drivers and cooks doubled in brass
as mechanics and maintenance men. At one time,
one field had only nine mechanics to take care
of 15 planes. They worked an 18-hour daily
schedule until reinforcements arrived.
On Aug. 1, 1942, the ferry service was made
part of the Tenth Air Force and renamed the
India-China Ferry Command. Under Maj. Gen.
Clayton L. Bissell, work was started on several
new airfields in Assam, and the pilot strength
was gradually increased.
Several former civilian air-line pilots arrived
to take over the ferrying jobs. They included
United Airlines' Capt. Dick Bechel of Los An-
geles, Calif.; Capt. John Payne of Paducah, Ky.,
and Lt. Richard E. Cole of Dayton, Ohio; TWA's
Capt. Bill Sanders of Kansas City, Mo., and
Pennsylvania Central's Capt. Lester Musgrove of
Grand Rapids, Mich. Cole had been Brig. Gen.
Doolittle's co-pilot on the Tokyo raid. Payne was
the first pilot to make a night flight across the
Hump. It was done entirely with instruments, and
the landing in China was made with no field light-
ing except smudge pots. Night flights across the
Hump are now routine.
The enlisted crew chiefs and radio operators
on the Hump planes also played an important
part in the ferry route's development into a com-
paratively safe flying operation. The lessons they
learned under what were probably the world's
worst flying conditions have become gospel for
later crewmen, who have had to cope with the
same dangers. Among the pioneers were M/Sgt.
Bud Gleason of Cleveland, Ohio; S/Sgt. Frank
Ruth of Canton, 111.; S/Sgt. Red Jones of Raven-
na, Ky., and S/Sgts. Max Sharp, Johnny Shump
and James W. Smith, all of Dayton, Ohio.
In those early days, the ferry planes took cargo
over and brought soldiers back. The return loads
were made up of 30 to 40 Chinese Army fighting
men. brought to India to be drilled in American
tactics and equipment at Lt. Gen. Stilwell's Chi-
nese-American training center. Those same Chi-
nese troops are now driving the Japs from north-
ern Burma to open another supply route from
India to China, the Ledo Road.
In December 1942, the Hump ferry route was
made a part of the globe-circling route of the
Air Transport Command. It was renamed the
India-China Wing and put under Col. E. C. Alex-
ander. Several C-46s and C-87s arrived to sup-
plement the DC-3s. Their larger freight capacity
immediately boosted Hump tonnage totals.
The C-46s were shipped to India before they
had been fully tested in the States, and they soon
developed several "bugs." That threw increased
pressure on the overworked mechanics.
A shortage of transport pilots threatened to
offset the increased number of planes assigned
to the route. The ATC set up its own transition
school in India where several single-engine pilots
were trained and pressed into ferry service.
Today, under the command of Brig. Gen. Earl
S. Hoag, the Hump ferry route is a typical U. S.
assembly-line operation. Cargo planes fly a
round-the-clock schedule. Some make three trips
daily over the 550-mile route from Assam to
China. Each plane must radio its engine status
to its destination a half-hour before landing on
the return trip so servicing facilities and a new
crew will be ready to take over immediately.
Despite these improvements, the Hump run is
still the most hazardous air route in the world.
A special ATC rescue squadron has been formed-
to save crews and passengers forced to bail out
over the Hump. Rescue planes stand by on a
24-hour watch, ready to take off if word comes
that a plane has crashed or been shot down.
As soon as the survivors are located, the rescue
plane drops medical supplies, maps, food, rifles
and signal panels. The panels are used in pat-
terns on the ground to spell out a message notify-
ing the rescue ship whether anyone is seriously
injured. In such a case, a flight surgeon and en-
listed medical soldiers parachute to the spot to
give immediate aid. The plane maintains contact
with the party as the men make their way back
over the jungle peaks of the head-hunter country.
Capt. John Porter, 26-year-old organizer of the
rescue-plane unit, has been missing since his
mercy ship was believed to have been jumped
by J a p interceptors. Porter once destroyed a Jap
Zero from his own transport plane. Spotting a
Jap pilot sitting on the wing of his parked plane
at a remote jungle airstrip, the captain zoomed
down and killed him with a Bren gun, then
strafed the Zero until it burst into flames.
W ALKING back from a Hump ride is not an
uncommon experience. It's been going on
since November 1942, when Lt. Cecil Williams of
New Cumberland, Pa., and Cpl. Matthew Cam-
panella of Hammonton, N. J., first bailed out of
a transport lost in a storm coming back from
China. They returned 23 days later.
Their endurance record was bettered by three
days in August 1943 when 20 passengers and
crew of a China-bound ship jumped to safety
after the plane's motors failed. Twenty-six days
later the party, including Eric Sevareid, CBS cor-
respondent, reached a U. S.- air base.
But exclusive rights to the story to end all
stories of guys who walked back from a Hump
ride belongs to 1st Lt. R. E. Crozier of West,
Tex., and his four ATC crew members.
Driven off course by rough weather while r e -
turning from China on the night of Nov. 30, 1943,
Crozier flew on instruments for two hours. Radio
contact with U. S. bases in Assam could not be
made and the horizon was blotted out by hazy
weather. When mountain peaks suddenly showed
through the "soup" on both sides of his plane,
with the altimeter already reading 17,500 feet
and the fuel tanks almost empty, Crozier gave
orders to abandon ship. It was 2200 hours.
The five Americans adjusted their parachutes
for the first jump any of them had ever made.
Crozier went first, followed by Flight Officer
Harold J. McCallum, co-pilot, from Quincy,
Mass.; Cpl. Kenneth B. Spencer, radio operator,
from Rockville Centre, N. Y.; Sgt. William Per-
ram, engineer, from Tulsa, Okla., and Pfc. John
Huffman, assistant engineer, from Straughn, Ind.
Minutes later they landed in the forbidden coiin-
. try of Tibet, 60 miles from the holy city of Lhasa.
The first English-speaking person the Ameri-
cans met was a Bhutanese monk. The Tibetans,
who had never seen an American, crowded
around the five airmen, gaping at them and tug-
ging at their clothing. They gave the Yanks
boots, fox-fur coats and fur-lined caps as pro-
tection against the 20-below-zero weather and
invited them to sleep in their crude mud huts.
After 10 days in the primitive town of Tsetang,
never visited by any American before, the Yanks
began a long trek back to India. Mule-pack trans-
portation had been arranged for them by the
Oxford-educated Tibetan foreign minister.
In true Ronald Colman style, the U. S. soldiers
made their way over the narrow, snow-covered
mountain trails that wound tortuously among
25,000-foot peaks. Swirling snow lashed them
as they plodded on. The only signs of civilization
along the way were mud huts, spaced at intervals
of a day's travel. At night, the airmen slept on
mats on the floors of the huts, with fur skins as
blankets. They ate mutton, rice and yak milk.
High altitudes and sub-zero weather limited daily
travel time to five hours, but by changing mules
every two days, the Yanks were able to cover
30 or 35 miles daily and to complete the two-
month trip' in just 30 days.
Crozier and his crew are the first airmen ever
to fly over Lhasa and are among the very few
Americans who have ever seen that holy city.
The Air Transport Command is really going
places these days when some of its men even
land in Shangri-La.
 HERE IS M O W BLASTED S A N PIETRO L O O K E D AFTER THE N A Z I S H A D RETREATED A N D THE A M E R I C A N S M O V E D I N .

When the Germans launched a drive

of their own against a stunned and
reduced American force pushing on
San Pietro, it took a couple of mor-
tars, a couple of heroes and a lot
of plain guts to stop them.

By Sgt. NEWTON H. FULBRIGHT

YANK Field Correspondent

W
ITH THE FIFTH ARMY IN ITALY—A hero is
a damn fool, as any soldier in the front-
line Infantry will tell you; a reckless
guy can die in a minute in the shellfire in the
Bowling Alley (GI name for the narrow, twist-
ing valley through which threads Highway 6, the
principal road from Naples to Rome). Yet once
in a while a guy gets to be a sort of hero and
lives to fight again. There were heroes like that
in our push on San Pietro, the first objective in
the Fifth Army's campaign to reduce the strong
enemy positions in and around Cassino.
The night my outfit piled over a mountain ridge
to open the drive we lost so many men under
concentrated mortar and artillery fire in the first
few hours t h a t we were literally stunned.
We dug in to hold what we had. Our position
was precarious. We were seriously strained for
manpower to outpost our positions facing the
enemy on an indefinite front, extending from
barren, towering rocks on our right to the open,
shell-plowed valley below us on the left.
We sat there for the next few days, nervously
feeling the J e r r y out, blasting away with our
artillery and being blasted in turn by his. We
renewed the attack, supported this time by tanks.
The sound and fury was terrific, greater than
anything thought up by Orson Welles, but we
got absolutely nowhere.
Then the Jerry attacked. It came about dark
on the tenth day. I was sitting in the company
CP when the German machine guns began chat- tfi: * ^ .
tering down the road. "Counterattack!" There
was no need for anyone to shout the warning. ri*,i.
Already soldiers were dashing to shooting posi-
tions on the double; telephones and radios were
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busy calling down artillery fire.
The line to our mortar platoon on the hill m p-mm^^^inwM M "iZ'^'
went out with the first crash of enemy artillery. 'iMttwiviirt
I dived out of the CP and began threading my
way up the hill, amid the crash of shells, toward
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the positions. Added to the noise was the cry
of the wounded, thrashing and stumbling in the
dark, pleading for help to get them to the aid
station. The plight of the wounded is always

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a Strain on the nerves of the unwounded soldier.
He wants to help; his instinct is to stop and
give aid. But he hasn't time; he must keep going.
At that moment I heard our 81s begin firing. I
•ccognized the voice of a soldier in the dark who
A-as calling for a medic. I went up to him. "I've
been hit," he said. "They got me in the back with
a hand grenade. They crawled up to a wall £ind
tossed it right into my foxhole. It blew me out."
Fully a dozen walking wounded had come up. It
was only a little way to the aid station. We
started out. I gave support to my friend who
had been hit by the potato masher. One of his
legs was dragging. "I think they got me in the
kidney," he said.
Our first mortar position was located a short
distance up from a little draw. I found so many
empty mortar cases around the position that
I had to crawl on my hands and knees to get
to the gun. Cpl. Quinten Barrington of Hubbard.
Tex., was standing beside the gun with a round
in his hand.
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"A^That kind of position you got here?" 1 asked.
We are always uneasy about our mortars. Jerry
always tries for mortar positions.
''I got one of them Germanese positions," said
Cpl. Barrington, with shell poised over the mor-
tar barrel. "They can't get me out of it." Wham!
and another round was on the way.
The counterattack didn't last long after that.
Cpl. Barrington was certainly one of the heroes
I mentioned when I began this piece; but you'll
never hear him admit it. "I put my No. 1 man
aside. I've been carrying that barrel longer than
he has," he explained. "I've waited for four years
to blow the soot out of that barrel. It was well
blown out tonight."
We checked up later and found that Cpl. Bar-
rington had fired better than 200 rounds while
enemy shells burst so close around him that most
of the platoon kept giving him UD for lost—until
they heard his gun again.
The counterattack was definitely over by 2300
hours, and as I made my way through the lines,
I ran into 1st Sgt. Red Jones of another company.
(Nobody every calls him anything but Red.)
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"We've got a man who did some very good
work here," Red told me. "Sgt. Dudley Henry of
Waco, Tex., took over the only mortar—a 60-mm
—that we had in the company. The best we can
figure is that he fired somewhere between 800
and 1,000 rounds. We just know that it was bet-
ter than 800, which ought to be some kind of rec-
ord for one evening's work."
For my money it is. Talking with some of the
boys, I learned more about this feat. The mortar
barrel seems to have gummed up sometime dur-
ing the evening. There was no cleaning material
but this didn't stop Sgt. Henry. He yanked off his
shoes, slipped off his socks, ripped a limb from a
nearby olive tree, swabbed the barrel out with
this improvised contraption and went right back
to work.
There are a lot more heroes, but you get the
idea. It's guts, probably—you need a lot of guts
up here in the Bowling Alley. The next morning
Jerry had pulled out and left. We found him
about nightfall, though: he was over near San
•Vittore waiting for us, and the game went on with
little, if any, interruption.

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GIs Gone Wrong Get Straightened Out
At Progressive Prison in Africa
By Sgt. GEORGE M. HAKIM
Africa Stars & Stripes Correspondent
ASABLANCA—Along an obscure asphalt high-
C way outside this city is the U. S. Army Dis-
ciplinary Training Center for the North-Af-
rican Theater, one of the most progressive military
penal institutions in the world. Through the gates
in its barbed-wire fences pass GIs gone wrong—
American military prisoners.
Most prisons emphasize the punishment of a
prisoner first and his rehabilitation second. Here
the procedure is reversed.
Only a small proportion of the men in this in-
stitution are deliberate wrongdoers who would be
criminals in civilian life. A man of this type gen-
erally gets a dishonorable discharge and is re-
turned to the States to serve a long-term sentence
in a Federal penitentiary.
Prisoners who have been convicted of minor of-
fenses and seem to have good possibilities of re-
habilitation are kept at the DTC. After proving
that they merit it, these men may be restored to
duty, with their sentences and dishonorable dis-
charges suspended and later entirely remitted.
Although the authorities try to give a man the
chance to redeem himself, they do not pamper or
cajole him. He doesn't get any of the privileges
and pleasuies of a soldier on the outside, either.
Generally a prisoner works and trains 12 hours a
day, seven days a week—and they're probably
the toughest days he ever put in. The authorities
know that if the training were easy and routine,
the center might become a haven for those on
the outside who want to escape work or danger.
The DTC consists of a barbed-wire stockade 300
yards square, subdivided into 10 separate enclos-
ures, each in turn surrounded by high barbed
wire. Within the stockade are a large dental and
medical dispensary, kitchen, mess halls, personnel
office, barber shop, laundry and latrines.
The prisoners are housed in pup tents, two men
to a tent, except for acting trainee NCOs, selected
from among the prisoners. These men are housed
in a separate enclosure within the stockade and
occupy individual tents.
At each corner of the stockade is a guard tower
where armed guards are on duty day and night.
Powerful searchlights continually illuminate the
barbed-wire f«'nce.
Foot and motorized patrols guard the space be-
tween the towers. Despite its imposing appear-
ance, the stockade is by no means escapeproof.
There have been few attempts'at escape, however.
Recapture is loo certain and severe penalties await
those who make the attempt.
The last escape attempt was back in October
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when two prisoners burrowed theii- way under the
fence. After much digging, they finally squeezed
through the hole, only to find the prison officer
calmly waiting for them on the otlier side.
On arriving at the center, each prisoner is thor-
oughly processed. His money and unnecessary
personal belongings are taken from him, to be
returned on his release. His barracks bags are mi-
nutely inspected and fumigated, and most of the
material confiscated or turned in for credit. He
receives clean clothing and equipment, gets a
bath, haircut and physical examination, and is
fingerprinted, interviewed by a personnel officer
and assigned to a company and a tent.
The prisoner also gets a copy of the trainee's
handbook, which describes his duties and outlines
the schedule he will follow from 0605 to 2200 daily.
Each prisoner must lay out his complete equip-
ment every morning for full-field inspection. For
the slightest infraction, such as unshined shoes
or a misplaced article, he is punished. Minor in-
fractions, which would be passed over lightly on
the outside, are the cause of immediate action,
since strict discipline is considered important in
the prisoner's rehabilitation.
The prisoner always receives more than 60
hours a week of basic Infantry drill and training,
regardless of the branch of service from which
he came.
In addition to military instruction, each prisoner
engages in work projects carried on within a
separate enclosure, mainly at night under liglits.
The work is hard and consists of various jobs like
the manufactuie of ammunition cases, boxes,
packing cases and containers necessary for the
operation of the Army in the field.
The prisoner is graded daily by his company
officers and headquarters noncoms. When his
work, training and attitude show that he wants
to be returned to duty, the prisoner may be made
a "trusty"—an acting trainee NCO. These marks
of recognition do not excuse him from any duties,
but they carry certain minoi' privileges.
CLEMENCY board meets regularly at the DTC
A to consider the case of each prisoner within
six months after his sentence begins and once a
year from then on. At any time, however, the
board may hold a clemency hearing for any pris-
oner on recommendation of the CO.
If the board recommends the release of a pris-
oner, it suggests the type of duty for which he is
best suited. Then, if the base commander approves
the board's recommendation, the prisoner is r e -
leased to a replacement depot and assigned to
duty—usually with a combat outfit at the front.
The program of the DTC seems to have suc-
ceeded. Tlie physical tramihg makes each prison-
er liealthier, and the military training makes liim
a better soldier. Many ex-prisoners who had been
privates before their confinement are now non-
coms in their new organizations. In only one case
has a prisoner been returned to the DTC for a
second offense.
Take, for example, the case of seven prisoners,
all confined at the same time. Their Infantry out-
fit occupied a rear-line area tor several months
after the initial landing in North Africa and dur-
ing the fighting in Tunisia. The seven GIs grew
restless, stole a military vehicle and headed for
the front.
They were apprehended, tried by general court
martial for desertion, sentenced to dishonorable
discharge, total forfeiture of pay and confinement
at hard labor for 20 years. After seven months
at the DTC, where their behavior was "exemp-
lary," they were brought before the clemency
board, released and sent back to combat organ-
izations in the front lines—which is what they
had wanted in the first place.
Even Flyers Kept in Dark
About French Targets
A HEAVY BOMBER STATION, BRITAIN—It was
type of bombing mission that veterans of
the "big league" here dream about.
the
Briefing wasn't until 1100 hours. Intelligence
officers said our fighter escort would be heavy,
that enemy fighters and flak would probably be
light. Take-off at 1300; estimated time of return
to our base 1500. And to top it off, we were to
fly at 12,000 feet, which meant no oxygen masks.
It all worked out as the intelligence officers
expected. We left after lunch and returned in
time for tea.
To the men who have been flying the Forts
and Libs into the very heart of Germany, at
heights far beyond 20,000 feet and at tempera-
tures as low as 50 below zero, with hundreds of
Luftwaffe planes and deadly flak to fight, this
type of mission is considered a breeze.
The men flying the heavies have now been on
a number of these dream missions. They began
four months ago when the Air Force first
launched a bombardment campaign against cer-
tain secret targets in the Pas-de-Ca!ais area in
France. At first, only the mediums—B-26 Maraud-
ers—were used against these mystery targets.
Later the heavies were drafted in the fight.
The veil of secrecy over these targets has left
much room for conjecture. Everybody—from the
taxi drivers in Piccadilly to the airmen doing
the actual bombing—has his own pet theories
about the reason for these mystery sorties. In a
57-day period alone, we have attacked the area
on 43 different days—-a good indication of how
impoi'tant the campaign is to the Allied High
Command.
The area under attack is 80 miles long, begin-
ning at Calais and running southward, and it is
50 miles wide at its broadest point. It is piobably
the most-bombed area in the war world.
Observers in neutral Sweden have said that
we're after German rocket guns supposed to be
placed in northern France. These are the same
guns that the Germans have been threatening to
use against London in retaliation for Allied at-
tacks on German cities.
Another theory is that the secret targets are
the steel and concrete fortifications that the Ger-
mans claim to have along the Atlantic Coast.
S o ' f a r , the Allied High Command has said
nothing about the nature of these targets. The
airmen have been told only one thing: "Destroy
those targets at all costs."
From the air, even at 12,000 feet, one cannot
see too much with the naked eye. We dropped
our bombs and turned back for the flight back
home. We didn't see a single enemy fighter dur-
ing the entire mission, and the only flak thrown
up at us was very light and off at a distance.
Of course, not all these raids have been as un-
eventful. There have been losses from flak and
enemy aircraft in the area of some of these tar-
gets, but nowhere near as great as those suffered
deep in Europe.
As far as the men in the Forts and Libs are
concerned, it's the type of mission they love to
be sent on—short, comparatively comfortable,
little opposition and, of course, damn mysterious.
-Sgt. WALTER PETERS
YANK Staff Correspondent
 YANK The Army Weekly * MARCH 2 4

Tales of Songs and Ships and Cigarettes This W e e k ' s Cover

L J E M A Y BE o u t o f u n i f o r m ,

From the Anzio-Nettuno Beachhead •

Army
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By Sgt. BURTT EVANS lot stronger than songwriter Barrow gave them Atterbu/y o f Sedro Woolley,
Wash. Atterbury Is using a
YANK Staff Correspondent credit for, and you don't hear the last verse sung
"home-made" diving helmet
with much enthusiasm these days. Anyway, as he leaves the mine p l a n t e r

A NZIO-NETTUNO BEACHHEAD, SOUTH OF ROME

i least one English sailor hero can teach his
New England cousins a couple of tricks about
driving a hard bargain. But when shipwright
Jack Thompson is the bargainer, it looks easy.
A veteran of four years in the Royal Navy, the
23-year-old native of Portsmouth is now assigned
to a British ship supplying this beachhead. On
one stop-over, he told the story of his most suc- The Infantry loaded and we knenj we'd be meetinp
cessful venture into the trading business.
Landing from a convoy at the great Russian
port of Archangel, shipwright Thompson sold
his last 10 cigarettes for 100 rubles. With the
At here's the way Barrow wrote it:
South of Cassino. down Napoli way.
on
drop
which
into
he is stationed
the w a t e r
to
off Pa-
nama a n d f r e e a t a n g l e d c a b l e . See pages 12 a n d 13
We started out one night to sail, to fight another day:
Italian svies told them that we loere away, for more PCD S i g n a l Corps pictures of the " m i n e r s . "
South of Cassino, down Napoli ivay.
Ships in the harbor loere lying in wait P H O T O C R E D I T S . Cover—Signal Corps, Panama Canal Depart-
ment. 2 & 3—Center left. U S A A F ; all others, Spt. Bob Ghio. 4 —
ItOdded with guns and jeeps and tnnkx and peeps, U S A A F . 5—Sgt. George Aarons. 6—Signal Corps. 7—Eighttt A i r
the toys of fate; Force. 8 & 9—Sgt. Ben Sehnall. 12 & 13—signal Corps. Panama
Canal Department. 16—Signal Corps. It)—Upper left. Camp Haan,
The .Term and gi^ye him one hell of a beating. Calif.: upper right, Cochran Fielit. G a . ; center left, Coffeyville
A A F . Kans.: lower left. W W : lower right. Camp Lee. V a . 19—
The liCls landed. We charged through the night Upper left. Abilene A A F , T e x . : upper right. Signal Corps. Fort
To meet the Jerry there. The beach urns bare. He'd S i l l , Okla.; center right, Sgt. Sehnall: lower left, Marana A A F ,
taken flight. A r i z . : lower right. Fort Francis E. Warten. 20—'Warner Bros. 2 1 —

rubles he bought six fancy wine glasses, which
he traded for two bottles of gin.
Knowing that Yank thirst was proverbial,
Tlinmpson boarded an American ship and traded
the gin for 1,000 cigarettes. From the Russians,
he got 10,000 rubles for the new supply of
smokes, and with the rubies he purchased two
sealskin coats.
Sailing for London, the shipwright sold the
coats there for £100 ($400). Net result of t h e most welcome.
horsetrading; $400 for 10 cigarettes.
COMMUTER. Except for a little item like four
torpedo bombs that dropped in the wake of an travel farther on a satisfied stomach.
LST he was riding, Sgt. Fred W. Welty of The
Dalles, Oreg., has one of the more comfortable
jobs on this invasion.
As a special courier, Welty commutes between
the Anzio-Nettuno area and Naples on the fastest
ships available. Most of his runs are on British
ships, aboard which he lives in officers' suites
and gets hot tea served to him in bed at 0800.
INVASrON SONG. They say that a singing army
is a fighting army. The song for this fighting
army was knocked out by Eric Barrow, a British
photographer for Universal News, the night after
he landed with tfie Rangers spearheading our
surprise invasion thrust.
Sung to the tune of "South of the Border," the
parody gained early popularity with such GIs
as Sgt. John P . Gumming of Philadelphia, Pa,;
Cpl. John Chiodo of Johnstown, Pa., and S/Sgt.
James W. Lenney and Cpl. Frank Graham, both
of the Bronx, N. Y.
As it turned out, though, the Germans were a
The shov) was so easy, not even a fight.
North of Cassino that memorable night.
HINTS FOR HOME FRONT. Rations are OK for
your health, but they get tiresome. Short of
foraging for local delicacies, the boys would pre-
fer some choice tidbits from home. A poll along
the Anzio-Nettuno beachhead indicates that
chocolate candy, canned chicken, pickles, peanut
butter, mayonnaise, canned sea food, cakes,
cookies and doughnuts (stale or not) will be
The GLs are very understanding about the dif-
ficulties, but they think the Fifth Army would
Gl Artists in Puerto Rico Form
Sketch Club-With Male Models
PUERTO Rico—Nine men of the AAF and A n -
tilles Headquarters have proved once and for all
that an artist doesn't need collar-length hair.
The.se GI artists have organized a nameless
club that meets each Tuesday evening to paint
and sketch, thus knocking the socks off the
theory that one .soldier plus eight others adds
up to a crap game. Their studio is the top floor
of an old Spanish residence, now a warehouse.
Eight a r e professionals at the business, with
eyes trained by long experience to catch the
contours of a lovely female model. But the club,
by a self-imposed restriction, uses only male
models. The scarcity of cash among Puerto Rico's
jibaro class provides the artists with all the
model material they need, at the unheard of fee
Left. Vitagraph: center, Bruno of Hollywood; upper right. R K O -
Radio. 23—Upper, I N P : 1 o w e r left. Acme: lower right. Sgt. Sehnall.
of $2 a sitting. Club members share t h e cost.
Most widely known of these artists is Sgt.
Charles R. Flory of Chicago, 111., who is famous
among soldiers here for his drawings of "Mona,"
an original pin-up appearing in Thiinderhead,
local AAF publication. Sgt. Flory did commercial
art work for 18 years, 10 of them with Vogue.
T/Sgt. Clyde E. Wetherington did cartoons for
Paramount Pictures before he entered the Army.
He hails from Valdosta, Ga., and is now a clerk
at the Antilles Department headquarters.
"Pvt. Schneider's Sketchbook," the work of
T-3 George Schneider of Edwardsville, 111., went
out with the suspension of the Caribbean Sen-
tinel, another local publication, but his creative
hand still moves on. Sketches of the character he
created—a gregarious, shabbily dressed GI—are
still born at these Tuesday sessions.
Art students at Proctor Academy in Andover,
N. H., might recognize a former teacher in Sgt.
William H. Hoist, another of the Thunderhead
staffers. Sgt. Hoist is from Cambridge, Mass.,
where his water colors and oils are well known.
S/Sgt. Marshall Yokelson of New York, N. Y.;
T-3 Charles L. Gillham of Covington, Ky.; S.gt.
Graham Ewen of New Quincy, Mass.; Cpl. Ray
J. Koski of Ashtabula, Ohio, and Pvt. Jean P.
Steele of Hermosa Beach. Calif., round out the
group. Steele is the only nonprofessional artist.
Koski claims credit for having brought the club
together in its first session. —Pvt. JUD COOK
Y A N K SlQff Corraspondent

THE HALEYS, EGGERS A N D KLAPUTS JOIN I N TWIN ATTACKS O N GERMANY

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S/Sgts. George and Joseph Klaput, B-17 gunners. Sgts. Robert and Richard Egger are also gunners 2d Its. Ralph a n d Raymond Haley are b o t h co-pilots.
O KEH, W t o 2 S ttKVasm. MM U
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HUJUtDICM. MMTICKTOBS AND FltOT*.
By Sgt. MACK MORRISS
Y A N K Staff W r i t e r
A AF REDISTRIBUTION STATION N O . 1, ATLANTIC
CITY, N . J.—We got off the train and saw a
^ sign saying "AAFRS No. 1."
There was a bus, with a sergeant helping some
guys get aboard. He helped officers and enlisted
men indiscriminately, so we let him help us, too.
Then the sergeant climbed inside and said to
the driver in a casual tone:
"The Ritz-Carlton."
Somebody lit a cigarette and instantly two or
three men cased the walls of t h e bus for a sign
that would say specifically, "NO SMOKING." There
was no such sign. Everybody lit cigarettes and
tossed the matches on the floor.
We wheeled into a driveway and stopped b e -
S/Sgt. Joseph S. Scapellato (right), veteran of 25 mis- fore a finely grilled doorway. The sergeant said
sions to Germany, gets a classification interview. in a loud purr:
"All officers out, please."
Several such persons arose self-consciously
rJif*-. „^l and made for the door. The driver and a Negro
porter from the hotel unloaded" the baggage,
which included a parachute. There was a brief'
flurry and the sergeant was back in his place.
•i' - % ^ , ^ "The Ambassador," he announced to the driver.
"Hey, sergeant," said a tech, which shows how
impressed he was, "can we go to town at night?"
X^-fe^-^^^*v:.. "Certainly, sergeant," replied the sergeant.
A staff got in on the conversation, although he
was a little off tone:
"What's the curfew, Mac?"
"There is no curfew, sergeant," said the ser-
geant. "You may stay out as late as you wish."
"What time is reveille?"
"There is only one formation for returnees,
sergeant, and that is a roll call at 12:45 in the
afternoon."
"Pardon me, sergeant," said the staff, getting
into the swing of things, "what is a returnee?"
"Enlisted men at this station who have r e -
S/Sgt. Charles J. Nigro, a B-26 gun-
ner, is X-rayed during his physical.
FIRST STOP BACK HOME
w) V ^,
FOR AIR FORCE GIs
' 1
'"^•^^g^r"-'. turned from overseas duty are known as r e -
turnees. Officers are called returnee officers. You
are now a returnee, sergeant."
"Oh," said the staff.
We were at the Ambassador.
We went up the steps behind the driver and he
T/Sgt, Harry M. Chenoweth, Sgt. Martin F. Klatzkin led us over to the desk. Behind the desk was a
and Cpl. Edward F. Dowling cycling on the boardwalk. staff sergeant.
"Will you register, please?" he beamed.
All of us did.
After that things got to be a little out of the
ordinary.
MMtj For instance, there was the shock of coming
' BICYCUN6 *• '^^if IRAPSHOOT"
into a $25-a-day room and finding a little pam-
phlet entitled, "Welcome From the Commanding
Officer," which starts off like this:
"To All Returnees: Welcome to Atlantic City.
I hope by this time that you are comfortably
settled in your quarters. . . ."
So help us Hap Arnold, that's what it says.
'3:5^' TE ' ' *^
Then he goes on, the CO does, in very soothing
•^ • ' • • * language to explain what this redistribution-
station set-up is all about.
MAtN ARENA,
The strange part about it is that what the CO
says in the pamphlet is absolutely correct, which
iO, . i -
BASr,' ' « is an improvement over most such Chamber of
, , TENNIS ' i \ j t - . 4 i , ' "- Commerce stuff, and stranger still, there are
rj HANEiSA. MS' few hitches in it or strings attached thereto.
. t f VOllbV BA •! <•"" Atlantic City's Redistribution Station No. 1 is
••• }X SHUFFU BOARD L , ...
~ i ..BOXING, WRESTimG ;\ "l^.,, the first of three such valhallas established by
- I PUNCHING BAGS . L . - - - . - the Air Forces to take care of their men coming
'• » : CUMBINC RO?E B ^mx\m back from overseas. The others are at Miami
Back from overseas, Pfc. Roderick F. Drinkwine and
S/Sgt. George Prendino check on what's to do.
Beach, Fla., and Santa Monica, Calif. AAF men
returning to the States are assigned to the r e -
distribution station nearest their homes.
Hitting Stateside, the incoming AAFer is met
at a port of debarkation or at a casual reception
center by a liaison officer who informs him of
the redistribution station to which he is to r e -
port. He will then be given a furlough, a 20-day
delay in transit.
The first question they ask him at Atlantic
City is: "Have you had your furlough?" If he
hasn't, he gets one starting the next day. If
he's already been home, then he settles down to
the almost completely unshackled and painless
business of being processed for "redistribution"
and recommended for a new duty that fits his
talents and his physical/mental condition.
There, obviously, is the guts of the whole
proposition—the system of redistribution. And
there, too, it is sometimes the only catch.
Unhappily, it is sometimes impossible to rec-
ommend for a returnee t h e assignment of his
choice because the man may not be qualified a c -
cording to a strict set of classification regula-
tions or because of AAF requirements. But a
man is assigned to the job he wants within the
limits of military necessity.
When the system of redistribution stations wa&
formed five months ago, classification personnel
tried to assign returning airmen not only to the
jobs they wanted but also to the places Where
they wanted them. It didn't work out and was dis-
continued for the simple reason that if a man
wanted to go to Scott Field as a radio instructor,
Scott didn't always need a radio instructor. So
now he gets recommended for whatever duty he
is qualified for, and he is stationed at whatever
place he is needed to perform it.
Even so, life for the returnee almost without
exception presents a much more pleasant pic-
ture than anything he's known during his just-
completed operational phase overseas.
H ERE at Atlantic City are nien who have come
back from all climates and all degrees of
strain, both in and out of combat. Men from the
ETO" who have completed their 25 missions a n d
are back in the States within eight months of the
time they left them; men from security, bases in
the Caribbean who have sweated it out for
three or four years or longer; men from every
other theater, with varying terms of service and
lengths of combat.
At this station the ratio of returnees is a p -
proximately three nonflying men to two combat
crewmen. Once bedded down in the Ambassador,
the prop specialist a n d the tail gunner are treat-
ed exactly alike except in the matter of physical
examination. The ground men get the Air Force
"six-three" exam whereas the combat men under-
go the "six-four," which is the most thorough in
the Army.
Prior to his actual examination the returnee
fills out a four-page questionnaire in which he
is asked to answer 21 questions about himself—
where he was stationed overseas, what doing,
what injuries or disease he suffered, how he feels
now. He is also asked to list his "preference for
duty and/or training," and there are four blank
spaces in^ which he can write his destiny.
This form and the results of the physical, plus
the interview with t h e classification section's e x -
perts, determine what happens next.
In no case, unless the returnee signs a waiver,
will a man be sent back overseas within less than
 .^ULi ^A.' VERYWHERE GET SPRUCED UP AT THE AMBASSADOR "VALET/' NOW THE POST TAILOR. HERE S/SGT. RAYMOND SPENCER IS LOOKING FOR HIS.
^SS^P?^ : M<a1
^ ' ^ ^
;4?i
The deal at the Redistribution
Stations, v/here Air Force men
are sent as soon as they return
to the States from overseas com-
bat zones, sounds more like a
civilian vacation than something
connected with Army routine.
three months. Findings of the medical examiners
may lengthen that to six months or more.
If the returnee wants to take a shot at Avia-
tion Cadet training and is physically and mental-
ly qualified he goes before the Cadet Board. If
he passes he's sent on his way. If not, he gets
a shot at something else.
If he wishes to become an instructor and is
qualified, he may be sent to whatever domestic
command needs him. It comes as a surprise to
most people to learn that a higher IQ is required
for instructor than for admittance to OCS. An
instructor must have a high-school education
and an AGCT score of 120. If he doesn't have tlie
education, that's tough; if he doesn't have a pas-
sable general-classification score, he can take the
test over.
If a returnee wants to keep on flying—and is
physicaDy and mentally able to do it—^he is rec-
ommended for assignment accordingly.
.'VU classification interviews with returnees
here at Atlantic City are conducted by enlisted
men of the permanent party and those with r e -
turnee ofiRcers by officers, some of whom are
themselves veterans of overseas duty. This is
based on the theory that dogfaces are more at
ease with dogfaces and that consequently the in-
terviews will b e as thorough as is humanly pos-
sible. It works.
The enlisted interviewers have the responsi-
bility of recommending men for whatever new
job fits their qualifications and desires. Those
Liimiiiiniiaii
\P»pi-
'w<'
recommendations, made by enlisted
men for enlisted men, are acted up-
on automatically. It works like this:
After the interview is completed,
the classification man makes his rec-
ommendation. Perhaps the returnee
puts in for gunnery instructor. The
interview shows he's qualified. The
recommendation so states it. The
recommendation, with all records of
the man, is then sent to the assign-
ment section of the station, which
in turn notifies a higher head-
quarters in Washington that it has on hand a
qualified man for gunnery.
Washington, in the meantime, receives r e -
quests from all over the country for various
trained personnel. Keesler Field has notified
Washington that an instructor is needed down
there. Washington notes that such a man is avail-
able in Atlantic City. The high headquarters in-
structs Atlantic City to ship him to Keesler.
The returnee, who has "stopped processing and
is now alerted for shipment," receives orders
that read something like this: "EM WP via
FAGT to Keesler Field, Miss., and will rpt to
the CO thereat for dy."
That's all there is to it. Being alerted for ship-
ment may mean a man is to leave for ordinary
duty, for entrance into' a technical school, for
flight training, for a rest camp, convalescent
center or hospital, or even for another furlough,
depending on his classification.
T HE entire process at Atlantic City requires
from two to three weeks. Physical exam and
classification constitute the most important
phases of the redistribution, but not the only
ones. There are six other periods devoted to
straightening out pay situations, getting per-
sonnel records in order, issuing of clothing and
equipment and enabling the returnees to become
oriented to life—even in the grand manner—in
the United States.
Everything at this station is done by "appoint-
SSfeV
:\
.;^#:-
ment." Nobody is ordered to do anything; the
returnee doesn't even make his own bed and is
only very mildly requested to hang his clothes
in the closet instead of draping them on the
chairs.
He has an appointment to hear an orientation
lecture, to see the supply sergeant, to visit the
flight surgeon. Because the only formation is in
the corridors of each floor of the 670-room Am-
bassador after lunch every day, an early date
with an interviewer may conflict with either a
returnee's chow or his answer to roll call. In
such cases he is warned like this:
There is a flourish from the orchestra in the
dining room, whereupon the sergeant major
clears his throat until people stop rattling the
silverware. Then the sergeant says: "The fol-
lowing men have 12:20 appointments: Master
Sergeant Sidler, Walter J.; Staff Sergeant Ford,
James. . . ." When he's finished the orchestra
goes into some kind of music that's nice to cat
by, and the returnees whose names were called
swallow a little faster.
The food at the Ambassador? The mess officer
polled more than 100 guys for their opinions and
suggestions. Out of the avalanche of compliments
came two or three embarrassed complaints. The
most serious was that each man should pour the
cream in his own coffee instead of having the
KPs do it for him.
Chow down, guys drift into the lobby or out
on the boardwalk. Returnees with wives (who
eat at the hotel for two-bits a meal) saunter off
to an apartment somewhere "off the post."
Quite a few others who are just unattached GIs
find their way to the beer bar on the ground
floor where they talk over the familiar things:
strikes and flak and ME-109s and that gal in
Hilo back in '39.
Over 10-cent glasses of brew a couple of new
arrivals from the CBI take it all in. One of them
says:
"This place is all right, and I like it fine. But
it's too goddam close to the ocean. Oceans mean
boats. An' boats mean ."
PAOt 9
YANK The Army Weekly • MARCH 2 4

By Sgt. BARRETT McGURN For the regal tree sitters there are no chow take-off and landing, just the times you'd most
YANK Staff Correspondent lines to sweat out. KPs down below take care of appreciate steadiness.
all that for them, filling their mess kits, hoisting The Japs have used no ack-ack, so far, but once

E MPRESS AUGUSTA BAY, BOUGAINVILLE,

SOLOMONS—The air shoved against you like
a rush-hour passenger getting off a subway
train, and the night trembled with a terrible
THE
banging and pounding.
You knew that it was all our artillery, or most
of it, but twice you slid into your foxhole. Five
minutes each time was enough to make you real-
ize that you can't stay in a foxhole forever, and
out you came to retire into your jungle hammock.
Fear exhausted you, and you dreamed wild
dreams. Sometimes through the night you awoke
to sweet silence; other times even the ground
was moving with the violence of the fire.
Our artillery was pounding five Jap artillery
positions—three 75s and two 155s. They had been
hauled through the jungle, probably on Jap
backs, since the enemy here lacks the motorized
equipment and the roads to bring up heavy
weapons, any other way. After unknown hours
them up, refilling them if an unfortunate jerk
on the line sends the chow plunging back down
70 or 80 feet and later scrubbing the mess kits.
The observers have learned to take things
calmly. "Look over there," remarked one of
them, handing Greenhalgh binoculars. "See that
shed way off in there? The Japs are building
something. Every morning there's something
new. We haven't been able to figure out yet what
it is. After a while we'll put the artillery on it."
The OP, just behind the front lines, is within
sniper range, but so far the lookouts have had
no trouble.
F OR observation right over the Jap positions the
Artillery's own planes are used—a couple of
little Piper Cubs, so frail that when you ride in
one, you think you know how a kite must feel.
The Cubs drift around in wind gusts or heat
currents like a newspaper, particularly at the
in a while some of them will risk giving away
their ground positions by taking pot shots with
rifles or machine guns. About one attack every
10 days has been the average for each of the
Cubs. So far, no hits.
The Cub has no arms, not even a .45. Its hori-
zontal speed is a mere 70 mph, .and 120 is the
fastest it can dive. The Cub would be duck soup
for a Zero, so it stays at tree-skimming altitude
whenever possible, because this is the least favor-
orable level for an enemy fighter.
But if a Cub is caught high in the air by a Jap,
the little ship still has one more trick in store.
2d Lt. William M. Davis of Baton Rouge, La., a
Cub pilot, whose flying costume consists solely of
baseball cap, fatigue shorts and black keds, dem-
onstrated the technique as we soared over the
surf of Empress Augusta Bay at 2,000 feet.
Jerking his thumb toward the blue water be-
low, Lt. Davis shoved the stick forward. The sea

Our Field Artillery at Bougainville,

so effective that it stops Japanese
attacks with no help from the other
ground forces, gets remarkable on-
the-nose fire direction from its OPs
in jungle treetops and in Piper Cubs
flying low over the enemy's lines.

of labor, the Jap guns had been readied and had

begun lobbing shells into this beachhead. For a
while during the night they kept firing. Then
they went silent. They have not been heard from
since. In return for their 100 shells, they got back
1,500 and, probably, oblivion.
The incident was the third major Jap attempt
against the American positions, and it was the
second counterattack wiped out by our artillery
without help from, other arms. The Marines, in
the week they established the beachhead, had
repulsed the first large J a p counterattack, using
combined close-quarter and artillery fighting at
some loss of American life. Army and Marine
artillery, without infantry aid, had wiped out the
second big Jap effort.
The repulse of the second counterattack was
the most terrible for the enemy. Three and a
half weeks after the successful American land-
ing, a strong Jap force of infantrymen slipped
down through the pass above our beachhead and
advanced under cover of the jungle, a cover that
was almost perfect but not quite. Artillery o b -
servers spotted them, but the crews of our heavy
guns held fire.
All that day the Japs came on, and that night,
confident t h a t they were undetected, they bedded
down without digging in. Some hours after dark
the beachhead below them seemed to explode
as more than 100 of our guns opened in a hys-
terical chorus. Next day, in half the shelled area,
1,096 Jap bodies were counted.

T HE success of our artillery in discovering the

enemy before a costly clash with our front-
line infantrymen was no accident. A skillful
group of spotters on the ground, in trees and
in planes see to it that things turn out that way
more often than you would expect in this jungle.
Typical of the tree OPs is one that is 85 feet up
in a giant feather duster, branchless except for
the mop at its top. Trees like that are a staple of
this moist tropical shore. The OP is reached by
bosun's chair, raised by hand with rope and p u l -
ley. Going up and down is more of a thrill than
a 25-cent ride on the Coney Island parachute
jump, according to Sgt. Robert Greenhalgh, YANK
staff artist, who went up to sketch the place.
A pleasant little world all its own exists in
the treetop. You might think at first that the
observers have to cling to branches to stay up in
the tree. Actually the GIs in this OP have a wood
platform, a shelter half to keep off the rain, a
telephone to keep in touch with the ground and TREE OBSERVATION POST.. At the edge of the perimeter's most forward position on Bougainville,
a pack of cards to make time pass enjoyably. ah artillery observer is perched 85 feet high. In distance smokes the active volcano of Bagano. At
its foot and all around In front orthe OP are Jajas. The observer is a pretty good target but doesn't
PAGE 10 seem to be v^orrying. He's looking at a building the Japs have had under way for three weeks. When
they finish it, our artillery will get the range. Observer travels to and from his post by a bosun's chair.
 FIRE DIRECTION CENTER. The gunnery officer, a captain, receives
directions by telephone from the pilot-observer in Piper Cub, v/ho has
spotted Japs and is calling for fire. P/'lot-Obierver: "Enemy patrol. Re-
quest Battalion will adjust." Coptoin.- "How large an area do you want
.-^S'
rolled up into view over the prop and the Cub
slid down like a Flexible Flyer sled over an icy
cliff. At 100 feet the C u b braced its narrow shoul-.
ders, heaved and pushed the world level again.
The lieutenant looked'back over his shoulder to
comment. If a fighter tried to tail a Cub down in
a dive like that, h e said, the fighter could never
conje out of it. As the C u b pulled u p short, the
fighter would flash by to a certain crash.
Your attention wandered from t h e pilot's chat-
ter as the Cub went into another dive. You
stared past him at the water, now close enough
for you to make out the individual drops. You
hoped it was all part of the act, and it was. At
10 feet the Cub bit in again, checked its dive and
zoomed back up. If the 100-foot pull-out was not
enough to get rid of the Zero, the 10-foot one
certainly would be.
The pilot checked his radio now, preparatory
to going over J a p territory. "Jones, this is Davis,"
he intoned into a microphone. "Jones, this is
Davis. If there i s ' a n alert, please notify us im-
mediately."
"Will call. Will call," the ground promised.
Before we took off, there had been two reports
of J a p planes in the vicinity. Lt. iJavis was sure
they were just hanging around to see what was
going on, but he wasn't taking any chances. Cubs
live by the philosophy that if today they fly
away, they'll live to fly some other day.
Smoke rose below us as if from a half-dozen
heavy bonfires. "Our artillery firing," called the
pilot. The Cub swung across the beachhead to-
w a r d the target of the firing, beyond the wide
light-green swath through the jungle formed by
covered?" Pilot: "200 yard concentration." Captain: "Battalion on the
way." (Later) "How'd they look out there?" Pilot: "Couldn't ask for
better." The battalion C O , a lieutenant colonel, studies a map, while
two spectators smoke. Behind the gunnery officer are computers.
the Torokina River on the beachhead's southern
front. There we could see the effect of the shoot-
ing—towering pillars of smoke many times
greater than those that had come from our artil-
lery positions. Under the fire, the lieutenant said,
was a force of from 500 to 1,000 Japs.
Across the Torokina, another object of artillery
attention came into view. Geysers high as the
roof of a two-story building mushroomed into
the air in the waters just offshore, hung there
lazily for a moment and then leisurely subsided,
leaving great black blots that the bay waters
took many minutes to erase.
Pointing to the stretch of jungle beside the
shelled beach, the lieutenant explained that a
reinforced company of Japs was huddled there.
The shots in the water were the outer limits of a
concentration that was crashing into the jungle
beside the shore. Concentrations of artillery take
in several hundred yards to make sure of cover-
ing the target, so some shells are bound to fall
too far to either side.
Curving now above the J a p force under attack,
the plane headed for the sea. "Take off your ear-
phones and you can probably hear them firing at
us," said the lieutenant. "We got our tails shot at
this morning. The bums shot at us with rifles."
Not >very enthusiastic about the idea, you re-
moved the radio head set, leaned out and peered
down. You heard only the "pot, pot" of bursting
shells, and saw nothing but two or three native
huts of thatch, and the treetop blanket of green
that concealed the enemy's positions from all but
a trained eye. Then you pulled your head back
in and waited for what seemed like the dura);ion
plus six, until the plane finished creeping over
the J a p area and got back to the bay.
Since other spotters were directing all the fir-
ing at the moment, the Cub headed back to its
base, passing over the fan of yellow-green where
the Torokina splays into Empress Augusta Bay.
The lieutenant turned again to mention an in-
cident that happened at this point a week earlier.
The Cub's sending set went dead, but the artil-
lerymen told the pilot over his receiving set to
watch the shots anyway and waggle his wings
when the shells fell on target. This impromptu
method worked perfectly.
The pilot pointed below at the last item of spe-
cial interest, a tiny rectangular clearing i n the
jungle. "That's where we got a J a p plane last
week," he said. "It cut off the trees as it hit."
OTH ground and aerial observers are given a
B considerable share of the credit for the suc-
cess of the heavy weapons by Brig. Gen. Leo M.
Kreber of Columbus, Ohio, CG of the Artillery
of the 37th Division. Artillery in turn is credited
by Maj. Gen. Robert S. Beightler, CG of the d i -
vision itself, also of Columbus, with a large share
of the achievements in this campaign.
Recalling the 37th's part in the savage fighting
at Munda, New Georgia, in J u l y 1943, the general
said 50 percent of the credit for that success should
go to the Artillery. "This campaign," he added,
"has made me think even more highly of the Ar-
tillery, and I believe pretty nearly every infan-
tryman in this division is sold on it."
PAGE II
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YANK The Army Weekly • MARCH 2 4
Thinking Soldiers
Dear YANK:
I read Sgt, Ray Duncan's article "A Yeast Is Work-
ing" in a recent issue of YANK. It is regrettably t r u e
that some GIs think overly much of likker and cheap
dates, of cards and comic books. But we have many,
many more who are deep, serious thinkers, dreamers
and doers. Why, here at Schick Hospital I know of
at least two enlisted men who a r e writing books
while convalescing.
Schick G e n . Hosp., Clinton, Iowa -Sgt. CARL DORIO
Dear YANK:
The majority of men taking an active p a r t in this
war think only of going home to "take life easy for
a change." They know little of Allied or enemy
progre.'^s in this war. Yet they have t h e audacity to
speak as authorities on international warfare. They
speak, for example, of Spain's "neutrality," without
knowing an iota of Franco's policy. These m e n cry
out that we, not the English, a r e winning the war,
forgetting the gigantic contributions made by the
British in the North African campaign and in t h e
battle of Sicily. They ignore fact and abuse reason.
In many cases, their opinions cannot be substantiated,
as they have never read a book, periodical or news-
paper. In short, they talk loud and fast—the tragedy
being that they do not know what they a r e talking
about.
Recently the U. S. Army started lectures and dis-
cussions in the States enabling GIs to discover mil-
itary, political, social and economic truths. Such lec-
tures a r e also needed greatly for us who a r e n o w
fighting overseas.
Yet it is not enough to expose men to a few books,
or occasionally a lecture. Instead a definite educa-
tional program should be worked out. Even if only a
few a r e started along t h e path of constructive think-
ing, the effort will have been worth while.
We are doing a splendid job as a nation at war.
Let us have the opportunity to discuss our contribu-
tions intelligently, to truly know o u r Allies, and to
throw off t h e yoke of superstition, prejudice, irra-
tionalism and ignorance.
Bri/oin -Cpl. EDWARD STONE
Dear YANK:
I'm very much angered by t h e many assertions
that the average GI doesn't know what he is fighting
for and that the GI cannot even put his opinions on
world affairs into a definite and coherent sentence.
Admittedly, he may be inarticulate. However, we
all know intuitively that what we a r e fighting for
is not another w a r and that t h e one way to insure
thfs is to establish world cooperation. It is all too
evident that t h e great masses of people t h e world
over don't want war. Germans, Japs, Russians. Chi-
nese. Americans and British all have to be drafted
in order to get them to fight. The irony is self-evident.
In short, t h e GI's intuition is correct, even though
he may not be able to discuss world affairs with t h e
sophistication of a wily diplomat.
The GI knows in his heart what he wants. He wants
a world government, sworn to democratic mofality,
with all military authority to reside with this gov-
ernment. He wants all airdromes, naval bases and
war equipment to be administered or regulated by
this government and h e wants a n y manufacture of
munitions, except for an international police force,
to be punished by death. H e wants all heavy ia-
dustries, all major harbors the world over and all
means of iriternatiortal communications to be sub-
jected to rigid control by this government. He wants.
in elTect, the peace and order that only world gov-
ernment can bring.
Guodafcono/ -Pvt. JAMES J. CASEY
Dear YANK;
I wonder if t h e Army has lowered my kindling
point. I never used to get this mad before. I never
wrote letters to the editor before I got into t h e Army,
b>]t there's no stopping m e now. Apparently it's hav-
ing the same effect on a lot of other thinking GIs.
At least the letters to t h e editor of YANK make more
sense than the editorials of too many newspapers.
What makes me so m a d is now that all the clear
heads a r e in the Army, all the muddle heads on the
home front a r e running around like crazy, smashing
the windows, selling the furniture, wagging their
fingers at us and saying; "Now, now, boys—we know
what's best for you." As for me, I got my doubts.
I t s a toss-up on whether we get a chance to vote.
The American Legion says they did everything they
could—they passed a resolution in 1941. Wonderful.
Wei!, maybe they can take away our vote, maybe t h e
B FriED BARROWS, once in Co. D, 22d Bn., Fort
• McClellan, Ala., later t h e 69th Div.. Camp Shel-
by, Miss.: write P v t . M. B. Greenbaum, Del. Med.
Dept.. Sta. Hosp., Fort McClellan, Ala. . . . Lt. JOSEPH
P. BATES, once at 436 Base Hq., Farmingdale, N. Y.:
write Sgt. Walter J. Schneider, Combat Crew. Det.
Crew 2406, AAAF, Alexandria, La. . . . RICHARD BOGEN
of the Bronx. New York, N. Y.: write Cpl. B e r n a r d I.
Margolis. Co. D, 321st Med. Bn.. Camp White, Oreg.
. . . PETER Y . BOUMA of Muskegon, Mich., once at Fort
Jackson. S. C : write Sgt. Bill Carter, Hq. & Hq. Co.,
ASTP, BTC, Fort Benning, Ga. . . . Pvt. WILLIAM
PENN BURNS, overseas in a Med. Unit: write .your
son. Cpl. F. E. Burns, Co. A-1137, Camp Edwards, Mass.
H• Cpl. JOHN V. HARMON, once with Tr. B, 1st Med.
Det.: write Pfc. Robert W. Honay, 1008th Boat
Co., AAF, Galveston, Tex. . . . P v t . ROBERT E . HEDRICK,
once at APO 41: write Cpl. Florence M. Thornburgh,
Hq. S e c . WAC Det., SU 1741, APB, Fort Des Moines,
Iowa. . . . Sgt. H. B, HILL, once in t h e 7th Inf.. 'Van-
couver Barracks; write M Sgt. Carl J. J u n t t i , Hq. Co.,
4th EAUljC. March Field, Calif. . . . RICHARD HOWARTH
of New Brunswick, N. J., once at Camp Upton, L, I.:
write James Manley MM2c. USNABD. Sta. Force,
Bks. 58, Gulfport, Miss.
PAGE 1 4
1XL«^JLXji w * t i i l l f
America Firsters can send around reprints of Chi-
cago Tribune editorials denouncing t h e President for
selling us out to England. Maybe they can do all that,
but they can't stop us from sending letters to the
nation's newspapers. That's one way to show we're
thinking, that's one way to vote, even without a
ballot. " "
AAFTC, Miami Beach, Flo. -Sgt. H. J. LEWIS
Dear YANK:
GIs who a r e thinking at all are thinking of post-
war problems. They want a post-war world that is
not filled with chaos and disorder. The peace has
got to really be peace, aii-i I for one figure that the
Teheran Declaration is t i ? best formula—that is,
united nations to win vh<? w a r and united nations
for a lasting peace. Those people who think our n a -
tional unity is just a honeymoon until we beat Hitler
—and then it's a divorce—better take another think.
Sticking together at home and abroad, both now and
after the war, is m y ticket!
Alaska -Pfc. ANDREW REMES
Dear YANK;
There has been a lot of talk about discussion groups
and education in t h e Army. Why not admit t h e truth
—the Army doesn't want an intelligent soldier. This
is proved by t h e way veterans of t h e Abraham Lin-
coln Brigade, who fought Hitler-Mussolini-Franco
fascism in Spain as volunteers, a r e treated in our
Army. Those men, who were intelligent enough to
have fought fascism eight years ago, a r e systematital-
1}' denied even ordinary advancement in t h e Army
and a r e pigeonholed and kept under surveillance.
Barksdate Field, La. -Sgt. RUSSELL F. RYAN
Dear YANK:
While YANK'S readers debate about "thinking" GIs
and GIs who discuss serious stuff, I'd like to say that
we want the people back home to quit insulting
Russia. We don't like h e r form of government, but
by God we'll fight to see she keeps it if she wants it.
West Africa -S/'Sgt. C. R. STRICKLAND
Garfield and fhe General
Dear 'yANK: ,
This is not to say that J^hn Garfield is wrong
in his letter to Afait Call, but if there is any
man in the AUS who can fire the .30-cal. ma-
chine gun by holding it barehanded, or even
with gloves, I would like to see it done.
Bown FiM, Idaho -S/Sgt.lOUIS R. PRICE
• Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, supreme
commander of Allied invasion forces for
Europe, is shown here as he was photo-
graphed a few weeks ago firing a .30-cal-
iber machine gun from his hip. Bare-
handed.
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Message Center
Lt. B. C. MCCOMAS, formerly with Co. D, Stu.
M • Regt.. TD: write P\'t. W. F. Macatee, USMAP,
ASTU, 100 Ridgewood Road, Cornell Univ., Ithaca,
N. Y. . . . Cpl. DON MCLAIN JR., once at Fort Lewis,
Wash., and M.'Sgt. THOMAS N . MCLAIN. in China:
write your brother, Cpl. Huey McLain, Hq. Co., 1st
Bn., 193 Glider Inf., 17th A / B Div., c/o Postmaster,
Nashville, Tenn. . . . Lt. Col. WILBUR R . MCREYNOLDS.
in QMC, Barksdale Field, La., 1939; write M/Sgt.
Elmer E. Adkins, 619th Sig. AW Co., Regional, P O
Box 479. Galveston, T e x . . . . P v t . " C H U C K " MACFAR-
LAND, with a n Engr. Bn., somewhere in t h e ETO:
write Pfc. W. D. Morgan, DEML. Camp Ritchie. Md.
. . . Cpl. JOHN MUNSEY, once at CAAF, Coffeyville, Tex.:
write Cpl. Claudine Stribling, Co. 8, 22d WAC Regt.,
Fort Oglethorpe, Ga.
MISCELLANEOUS. Lt. WILLIAM Y. PENN of Midland,
Bora Bora Beauties
Dear YANK:
A certain Pfc. Harold Stevens h JU a : .ich
of malarky when he wrote in Y A . there w e r e
no dames, no movies and no newspapers in Bora
Bora. That's not true. T h e r e a r e civilized natives
t h e r e and they have a few fair-sized villages, com-
plete with stores, churches a n d schools. Their women
are among t h e most mellow and beautiful in t h e
South Seas, and as for movies, w e w e r e t h e first U.S.
troops to hit t h e island and four days later w e h a d
our first movie. So w h e r e does Stevens come off
with his bull? Many of our boys fell in love with
those beautiful girls, as a m a t t e r of fact, a n d they
write to them every week. And they think it's wrong
for you to print all those false stories about t h e
island. Since w e left t h e place w e have been to quite
a few islands, and none of them can halfway com-
p a r e with t h e beauty of Bora Bora,
Mundo, N e w Georgia - P v t . GEORGE R. >SADOERO*
-•Signed also by Cpls. Herman Wifke and Fra ; ' . '"i
and Pvt. Custy Basso.
Permanent Party
Dear YANK:
A group of us recently arrived at Fort Slocum after
spending t h e better part of two years overseas. While
waiting for reassignment w e w e r e p u t on K P every
other day, regardless of rank, while t h e p e r m a n e n t
party just laid around and gave orders to m e n w h o
far outranked them. A private at Fort Slocum has
more authority than a master sergeant who has just
r e t u r n e d from t h e other side. After being overseas
we don't expect any better treatment than anyone
else, b u t we certainly don't expect to be treated like
dogs by a bunch of USO commandos with a few
months of service.
Fort Slocum, N . Y. -Sgt. FRANK REYNOLDS
Dear YANK:
Why do casuals hold contempt for us permanerit-
party guys? Don't they realize that w e a r e in this
thing together? I think I can speak for h u n d r e d s of
GIs like myself when I say w e would give most any-
thing to be able to trade places with t h e birds w h o
just pass through o u r camps. If casuals think w e
pp GIs have such a cinch let them p u t through r e -
quests for transfer and we'll start packing our B bags.
Forf McDowell, Calif. - C p l . A . H. STORK
Catnip
Dear YANK:
World War I showed us h o w kisses for recruits
built u p t h e record of enlistments in t h e Army, so
the latrine boys h e r e a r e all of t h e opinion that t h e
services of o n e F r a n k Sinatra should be engaged at
WAC recruiting stations to offer with each enlist-
m e n t in t h e WAC one long kiss. You say t h e idea
stinks? Oh well, w e tried.
Alaska - S g t . VINCENT ANASTASIO
Cloud Hoppers
Dear YANK:
We Liberator crews feel t h a t t h e great Fortresses
have been doing a helluva good job, b u t w e would
like to point out that they a r e now taking a back
seat, often serving as "medium"-bomber escorts to
the Liberators. We hear that t h e people at home
have no idea what a Liberator even looks like, let
alone t h e swell j o b it is doing. So this is to l e t t h e m
know that t h e boys who fly t h e Liberators, t h e "big
ones" as t h e Air Corps calls them, have all flown
a few missions, too!
Britain —Crew of B-24 "Cloud Hopper"
Ur or Ur
Dean YANK:
We have a furious a r g u m e n t going on here. The
guys all around m e insist Abraham Lincoln w a s born
in Illinois. I keep telling them he was born in Ken-
tucky, a place called Ur. J u s t goes to show how d u m b
some guys a r e , I suppose.
Southwest Pocific - -Pvt. JAMES WHITE
• Lincoln w a s born in Kentucky, all right, b u t
it w a s a p l a c e n e a r H o d g e n s v i l l e , n o t U r . Y o u ' r e
t h i n k i n g of U r of t h e C h a l d e e s , t h e h o m e of
A b r a h a m i n t h e B i b l e . J u s t g o e s t o show—^—.
Tex.: Addilee gets your letters okay and writes every
day; everybody's well. . . . FORT CLAYTON, C . Z.—All
GIs in old Btry. A, •39-'43: w r i t e Cpl. Stanley
Grechen, Hq. Btry., 493d FA, Camp Berkeley, Tex.
. . . Men w h o w o r k e d w i t h RANDALL GALE or EUGENE
MILLER when they w e r e with Sgt. Bert Savitt; w r i t e
Savitt, Co. B, 15th STR, Fort Monmouth, N. J . . . .
212TH C A , N Y N G — S o l d i e r s formerly with this unit:
write Maj. J. Marcheselli, 120 West 62d St., N e w
York, N. Y. . . . 303D INF., 97TH DIV., C A M P S W I F T , T e x .
—Buddies formerly in this unit: write A / S Leonard
Napp, 44-C-5, 322d CTD, Transylvania College, L e x -
ington, Ky. . . . Anyone knowing whereabouts of
RuFus S. SAWYER of Norfolk, Va.: write Cpl. H e r m a n
D . Sawyer Jr., Co. N, 2d Tng. Regt. AGFRD 2, Fort
Ord., Calif.... Anyone who k n e w RAYMOND C . ESTES, last
heard from in Africa and reported missing Nov. 26,
1943: write to Sgt. Reba Estes. WAC Det., Maiden
AAF, Mo.
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will be sent on request. W r i t e to ShouWer Patch Exchange,
c / o Y A N K , 2 0 5 East 4 2 d Street, N e w York 17, N . Y.
 By Sgt. RAY DUNCAN
T HERE'S been a lot of talk in the States about
the foxhole, and our first sergeant, Harold
Barker, has done more than his share. Or so
thought Cpl. Lee when he got the foxhole busi-
ness.
"So," the first sergeant always began, "so you
don't want K P again tomorrow?" There would
be a little pause, and we in the orderly room
could hear a pick and shovel start to dig.
"So you've had KP for two days, huh? Say,
soldier, how'd you like to stand in a steaming
jungle foxhole, up to your hips in mud, with a
million mosquitoes pumping malaria into you?
Maybe you'd wish you were back here on KP?
Am I right? Am I?"
Barker always pointed to the floor beside his
desk. The squelched soldier would step away
from the imaginary foxhole and would care-
fully avoid it as he left. Barker used to be a
high-school public speaking teacher. He had a
way, with gestures, of putting his foxhole across.
But gestures were wasted on a man like Cpl.
Lee. The first day after he transferred to our out-
fit he bounced into the orderly room.
"I've got here a telegram!" He creased it in
the center and sailed it down on Barker's desk.
"My cousin is passing through town tonight, and
he wants to see me. So I need an overnight pass."
Of course the little corporal sent the wire to
himself, but that, wasn't the point. Anyhow it
didn't figure in the argument that followed.
"So you need an overnight pass?" Barker rose
and stared down at Lee, and the faint rhythmic
stroke of a shovel rang through the orderly room.
"We don't give overnight passes, except on Fri-
day and Saturday."
"But my cousin " day pass?" Lee Would do anything for a three-
"Now listen, soldier. You got nothing to gripe
about, just because you have to stay on the post
one night. How'd you like to spend that night in
a foxhole in the jungle, mud up to your hips,
with malarial mosquitoes " Ist/Sgt. Barker, strange in fatigues, snorted in
"Look, sergeant, don't gimme that old busi-
ness!"
" - — i n the steaming jungle." Barker hardly
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The squelched soldier would step
away from fhe imaginary foxhole.
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FOXHOLE
BUSINESS
could believe he'd been interrupted. He pointed
down at the floor by his desk, but Lee stepped on
the spot.
"I asked a simple question, do I get the pass
or don't I?"
"Listen, corporal, who are you interrupting?"
"I don't have to listen to any lectures from
you. You never been in a foxhole in your life,
any more than I have. If you had, you wouldn't
shoot off your mouth so much. Anyway, I can
outlast you in a foxhole any time. Or any other
top kick in a headquarters outfit!"
"You can?"
"Yeah, any time you wanta try it. We'll go
dig ourselves a couple of foxholes, and we'll see
who lasts the longest. How about that?"
Lee was bluffing, of course. But he didn't
realize the sergeant would be forced to call him
on it. Barker had used the foxhole business too
often to let a corporal back him down in public.
"That suits me, soldier," he snapped. "Any
time you're ready!"
He plainly hoped to let it go at that. But Lee
said: "How about this next week end, on a three-
day pass.
# # ^ ROUBLE with these foxholes," said Cunning-
I ham, "is there ain't any mud."
protest. But Cunningham was a tech sergeant,
solid with the CO, and he loved to annoy Barker.
We let out a yell and two men ran for buckets.
"Hey, that's enough water!" yelled Barker
from his hole, but Cunningham said up to the
hips, "You always said up to the hips," he r e -
minded Barker- as he sloshed another bucketful
on his legs. Then he did the same for Lee.
"To keep things fair,"' said Cunningham, "we'll
post sentries at night, so one man can't get out
of his hole while the other sleeps."
"I'm not going to sleep," snapped the sergeant.
He was grim about the whole thing, and he didn't
YANK The Army Weekly * MARCH 24
like the crowd making jokes. Little Lee traded
cracks with the crowd for a while, but finally
even he shut up. He was wondering how he got
into this, and how he could get himself out. Lee
and Barker wouldn't speak to each other.
"All we need now," said Cunningham, eyeing
his work gleefully, "is some mosquitoes. Some
malarial mosquitoes."
"Hell, there are mosquitoes here!" Barker
slapped the back of his neck. He peered out
through the gathering darkness, rifle poised, his
big shoulders hunched up high around his neck.
Even the farmer whose land we were using
came over to watch for a while. But soon the
crowd thinned out. There was nothing to do,
after you saw the sergeant in fatigues in a fox-
hole, and you made a few cracks and placed
your bet.
Cunningham organized sentries, who reported
that Lee slept part of the night but that the ser-
geant kept grimly awake. He looked very strange
when we gathered again, at noon Saturday,
around the foxholes. He had a/heavy beard and
a sharp, serious look in his eyes, almost like
a combat soldier.
"More water," was the first thing Cunningham
said when he arrived. Saturday night- the crowd
disappeared early, and even Cunningham finally
took off for town. Some of us promised to stand
sentry again, but it ended up with me on guard,
alone, along about 9:30 o'clock.
I wrapped a blanket around me and sat down
against a tree. Both men were very restless,
threshing around and slapping at mosquitoes.
Finally they started talking to each other. I r e -
member Lee saying: "That was a sweet camp.
They offered me a tech sergeancy if I'd stay, but
I had another deal at the time."
The drone of Lee's voice in the summer night
finally put me to sleep. When I awoke everything
was quiet but the crickets.
"They're gone!" I told Cunningham when I
found him in town. "Both foxholes were empty
when I woke up!"
We found them in the corner of a little beer
joint, Barker and Lee with their heads together
over two bottles of ale. They were freshly shaved
and in Class A uniforms.
"Well, gentlemen," leered Cunningham, "this
is a pretty classy foxhole!"
Barker glanced sharply and expectantly at Lee.
The corporal gulped once and said: "Barker won.
I couldn't stand it. I—I was freezing."
"Have an ale, fellows," grinned the sergeant.
"On me!"
L EE didn't lose his cockiness at all. Next after-
noon, Sunday, he was in the barracks well lit
up. "I'm going to make staff sergeant on the
first," he said. "Never mind how I know. Just
wait and see."
But Sunday night the first sergeant suddenly
became ill, and he was in the hospital next morn-
ing. Cunningham was named acting first sergeant.
"The doctor says pneumonia," he told us. "And
he says the case is complicated by a little touch
of what seems to be malaria. Tropical malaria.
Says it's unheard of in this climate, but labora-
tory tests are being made."
Anyhow the first sergeant was avfay for three
months, until we finally were broken up and
shipped out. So naturally Cj)!. Lee never got the
promotion he was promised.
YANK
FICTION
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YANK The Army Weekly • MARCH 24

Officers' Dependents my turn to shoot the dice. I shot $5 and made an

Dear YANK:
I have a dependent mother back in the States.
She is unable to work, and I am unable to send
her enough money under a Class E allotment-of-
pay to keep her house going. Isn't there any Gov-
ernment assistance for officers who, like me, are
unable to support their dependents without going
too deep into their base pay? I'm an officer, but
inasmuch as YANK is as important to officere as
enlisted men, I'm sure you'll help me out.
England - 2 d I t . GEORGE SELKS
I If your mother is dependent upon you for chief support,
(he is entitled to a special quarters and subsistence allowance.
Your finance officer should be oble to set you straight on this.
Refer him to AR 35-4220, which also authorizes rental and
subsistence allowances for wives and unmarried children under
21 who are dependent upon on officer for chief support.
Guardhouse Time
Dear YANK:
For some time now I've been over here in
muddy Italy, and while I'll admit this is a helluva
time for me to start making post-war plans, I
can't help thinking of that job-hunting detail
waiting for me come Armistice Day. I spent a
couple of months in the guardhouse back in the
States and I've been wondering whether it's true
I'm gonna have to "pay" that time back to the
Government by staying in service when normally
I'd b r due for discharge. Moreover, I'm in a Na-
tional Guard outfit, and some guy told me that
although the Government wanted lost time made
"11." One of the boys told me this was an easy
point to make, so I rolled again. The boys all
offered to bet me I wouldn't make " 1 1 " again.
What^sf^ The sergeant bet me $10 I couldn't make " 1 1 "
on the next roll. I accepted all bets on this " 1 1 "
and made it—breaking all my buddies, including
the sergeant. After reading the gambling articles
Probtem? in YANK, I now realize that "11" was no point
to roll for and that I should have won my $5
an the first roll. I also realize that making an
"11" on one roll is a 17-1 bet. So here is my
problem. Shall I return the money to my bud-
for jobs I could well use that dough—and that dies, who I now see were trying to take ad-
couple of months-—to look for work, too. vantage of me, or shall I keep it? Oh yes, I for-
Italy - P v t . GEORGE BENTON got to mention that I can throw an " 1 1 " any
time I desire. I learned to do it while playing
• According to the lOJih Article of War, guardhouse prison-
parchesi back home in EUenville, N. Dak.
ers are required before discharge to make up all time lost in
the clinic, and this includes selectees as well os every, other Iron - P v f . J. H. R.
G l . The pay you forfeited will not be returned to you. I W h y write to What's Your Problem? Any guy who shooft on
" 1 1 " anytime he wonts to can't possibly have any problems.
Orderlies
Dear YANK:
I think you were wrong when you said in a
recent issue that enlisted men can be assigned as
officers' orderlies against their will. In Military
Laws o/ the United States [Section 202, page
106], I see where Revised Statutes 1232, 10 USC
608, states that "no officer shall use an enlisted
man as a servant in any case whatsoever." For
final proof I refer you to the actual case of an
enlisted man who was brought to trial for refus-
ing to obey an officer's order to be his servant.
The Digest c/ Opinion of the Judge Advocate
General, 1912-1940 [page 286], gives an official
decision on that case as follows: "An order by a
superior officer to an enlisted man to wait on
table at an officers' mess is in contravention of
RS 1232, which provides that 'no officer shall
use an enlisted man as a servant in any case
whatsoever.' Such an order is, therefore, illegal
and cannot be made the basis for a conviction of
willful disobedience under AW 64." Well, YANK? Purple Hec
Alaska - T / S g i . JESSE B. MORRISON Dear YANK:
B You're right and YANK was wrong. The Judge Advocate
In Italy I had a tussle with a German mine and
General's Office informs us that the decisions you quote still
was wounded. They evacuated me pretty fast,
stand. N o enlisted man in the Americon Army may be ordered
fortunately, but I was back in this hospital in the
to be a servant for any officer ot ony time. It might |Jay you,
States before I was able to get the Purple Heart
however, to recall the old Army saying: "They can't make you
award. Now I'm wondering whether I'm even
do it, but they can make you wish to hell you hod done it."
entitled to it at all, since they didn't give it to
me. How shall I find out?
Craps and Conscience fitzsimons G e n . Hosp., Denver —Pfc. J O H N HIGGINS

up, I wouldn't have to pay that time back if
I were a selectee. One more thing: that little
guardhouse service cost me dough which I for-
feited as part of my sentence, and when the 11,-
000.000 servicemen and women start scrambling
Dear YANK:
I come from the backwoods of North Dakota.
I 'had never seen a crap game until I entered the
service. When I saw my first game back in t h e
States I joined in, just for the fun of it. It came
'M If you hod on argument with a mine you've almost cer-
tainly earned the Purple Heart. Apply for one to the com-
mander of the detachment of patients at your hospital. Every
nome general hospital has a supply of Purple Hearts to be
awarded to wounded patients who hove not yet received them.

P/JGf I «

'Corporal of the guard! Corporal of the g u a r d ! Post No. 3 ! "
USAFI Overseas
T
HE U.S. Armed Forces
Institute, which offers
correspondence and self-
teaching courses to men
in service has set up
branches in the South-
west Pacific, the South Pacific, the Middle East,
and the European and Alaskan theaters. By en-
rolling through these branches, GIs overseas are
now able to sign up for the USAFI courses in
less time than was formerly required in dealing
directly with the Institute's headquarters at Madi-
son, Wis. To further facilitate matters, each
branch grades and corrects the lessons of its own
enrollees. The subjects available cover the range
from grammar school to university, and the only
cost to EM is an enrollment fee of $2.
G/ Shop Talk
A sharp increase in the volume of overseas
Easter mail this year was predicted by the Army
Postal Service "both because of the greatly in-
creased number of men overseas and because of
an increasing attention to spiritual matters."
. . . The Medical Department has developed a new-
Red Cross canvas marker 100 by 100 feet, plainly
recognizable from a height of 25,000 feet.
Personal Affairs
Army Service Forces have established a Per-
sonal Affairs Division to provide information, ad-
vice and assistance on personal matters to Army
personnel and their dependents, discharged mili-
tary personnel and their dependents and the
families of deceased members of the Army. The
division will formulate policies and procedures
of the personal-affairs program but will not as-
sume administrative functions of other Army.
Government or civilian agencies. Its chief work
will be to give information aimed at a solution,
through proper channels, of problems concerning
emergency financial aid, allowances, arrears in
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Managing Editor, Sgt. Joe McCarthy. F A ; Art Director. Sgt. Arthur
Weithas. D E M L ; Assistant Managing Editor. Sgt. iustus Schlotzhauer. I n f . :
Assistant Art Director. Sgt. Ralph Stein, M e d . : Pictures. Sgt. Leo Hotelier,
A r m d . : Features. Cpl. Harry Sions. A A F : Sports. Sgt. Dan Poller. A A F :
Overseas News. Cpl. Allan Ecker, A A F .
Washington: Sgt. Earl Anderson. A A F : Cpl. Richard Paul, D E M L .
London: Sgt. Ourbln Horner. Q M C : Sgt. Walter Peters. O M C : Sgt. John
Scott. A A F : Sgt. Charles Brand. A A F : Sgt. B i l l Davidson. I n f . : Cpl.
Sanderson Vandcrbilt. C A : Sgt. Peter Paris, Engr.: Cpl. Jack Coggins, C A ;
Cpl. John Preston, A A F : Sgt. Saul Levitt. A A F : Cpl. Edmund Antrobus. Inf.
I t a l y : Sgt. George Aarons. S i g . Corps: Sgt. Burgess Scott. I n f . : Sgt.
Burtt Ev^ns. I n f . : Sgt. John Frano, Inf.
Algiers; Cpl. Tom Shehan, F A .
Central A f r i c a : Sgt. Kenneth Abbott. A A F .
Cairo: Sgt. Walter Bernstein. I n f . : Sgt. J. Denton Scott. F A : Sgt.
Steven Derry. D E M L .
":-i?T%c
• | ^ ^ >.- * « '^^:;
pay. War Bond.s, gratuity pay. insurance, i n n -
sions, legHl assistance, employment. v<>ca1ion;ii
Washington O.P.
rehabilitation, hospitalization, housing laeililie-;
and personal elTects.
To prevent duplication of work by the Aineii-
/ / i ^ g oNCOMMissuiNKD officers are the back-bone
can Red Cross and the Army Emergency Keliel.
most of the AER city sections will be closi>d and
their work taken over by the local R<>d Cru.s.s
N of the Ariii.w" says a ciicular now being
it to commanders in the field. '"Success in
<(iml):it. " tile circular adds, "depends upon the
chapters. The change, says tlie WD, will ndt in-
terfere with the use ol past or I'lituie C()ntiil)u- chaiacter and qualifications of the noncommis-
tions to AER I'oi' eniergeney assistance to Aiiiiy sioned officers commanding small units." COs
personnel and theii' dependents. aie warned against allowing surplus officers to
take over the authority of noncoms, a practice
adoptt>d in some organizations with commissioned
Amphibious Cavalrymen oveistlength, and officers in general are told to
Ai'my units that look deal with GIs through the appropriate NCO.
^^^ _>. part in the recent sui- Col. Syril E. Fame, Ground Forces observer
^^^^^ J^^^ prise landing on Los Ne- back from Kwajelein, told a press conference
that the Japs still don't know what hit them at
1^^^^^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ gros Island in the Admii-
the Marshalls. Radio communications were one
^^^^^^^^^^^^^ included elements of the first targets. Col. Faino pointed out, and
I ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ W of the 1st Cavalry Di- he doesn't believe a single Jap got away from
1 ^^^^^^^ vision, said to be the old- the atoll to describe the tactics used by the Amer-
ican landing forces.
1 ^^^^^^^k est full Cavalry division
% ^^^^^^^^ in the world [shoulder Secretary Stimson confirmed leports that the
Army will induct few men who are not qualified
\ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ patcit at left]: the 7th for combat. "The primary need is for combat re-
\ ^^^^^ Cavalry Regiment, which placements," the secretary said. . . . The Navy's
\ ^^^ dates back to Custer at physical standards may be lowered in some re-
spects to equal more nearly the Army's standards.
\ ^ Little Big Horn, and the
\ 8th Cavalry Regiment, Brig. Gen. Albert J. Browning, director of the
Purchases Division, ASF, reported that in two
\ founded in 1840 and re- years B-24 Liberator bombers had decreased in
\ puted to be the oldest U.S.
price from $238,000 to $137,000 each, .50-caliber
X Cavalry I'egiment. machine guns from $510 to $200 and light tanks
"Washers" from $45,000 to $22,564.
The 36th 'Texas" Division on the Italian front In answer to "What's that'?": Oflicers of co-
has devised a new game to relieve the process of belligerent countries in the U. S. may now weai-
hurry-vp-and-wait. The game, called "Washers." the regular U. S. Army uniform, substituting
is a combination of horseshoe pitching and golf their own insignia and buttons, . . . Cadet Nurse
and is played with metal washers from the ends Headquarters here couldn't understand why it
of empty ammunition crates and two lids from was getting so many requests from GIs for the
cardboard shell cases, buried in holes 30 feet Corps' shoulder patch. Then it heard about col-
apart. Two teams of two men each play, each lectors. HQ, however, doesn't have any to issue.
pitching five washers at the lids. The game score —YANK'S Washington Bureau
is 21, counting one point for the closest washer
and five points for a "hole in one." - % ^ 'MtJh-X" '^.•'.,
' <-* At • i * 1 l * s V- - = '
Sgt. Rcbprt Greenhalgh. Inf.: Sgt. George Nor'ord. QlMn.
H a w a i i ; Sgt. Merle Miller, A A F : Cpl. Richard J. N i h i l ! . C A ; Cpl
James L. MeManus. C A : Sgt. John A. Bushemi. F A : Cnl. B i l l Reed. Inf
Sgt. Robert Ohio. M P .
Alaska: Sgt. Georg N. Meyers, A A F : Cpl. Robert McSrinn. Sig. Corps
Bermuda: Cpl. W i l l i a m Pene du Bois.
Ascension Island; Pfe. Nat G. Bodian. A T C .
Panama; Sot. Robert G. Ryan, i n f . : Sgt. S. I. Alpert. D E M L Cpl
- • ^m^m^ :• >•: T^^^^Bi^^s Richard Harrlty. D E M L .
Puerto Rico; Cpl. B i l l Haworth. D E M L ; P»l. Jud Cook, D E M L
Robert Zellers. S i g . Corps.
Sgt
•mugrmmm'. T r i n i d a d ; Sgt. Clyde Biggersfaff. D E M L .
British Guiana: Sgt. Bernard Freeman. A A F .
Iceland; Sgt. John Wentworth.
Newfoundlar.d; Sgt. Franit Bode. Sig. Corps.
Greenland; Sgt. Hf^bert Kel'y. Sig. Corps.
I r a q - I r a n : Sflt. A l Hint;. Engr.: Cpl. Jattits O'NeJil Q M C : Cpl. Navy; Robert L. Schwartz VSc; Allen Churchill Y 3 t .
Richard Gaifl*-. D E M L .
China-Burma-lrtdia: Sgt. Ed Cunningham. nt.: Sgt. Davt- Richardson.
C A : Cpl. Seymour Friedman. Si«- Corps. Commanding Officer; Lt. Col. Franklin S. Forsberg.
Sftuthwest Pacifle: Cpl. Lafayette Loeke. A A F : Sgt. Douglas Borgstedt. Executive Officer; M a j . Jack W. Weeks.
D E M L : Cpl. 0z2ie St. George, I n f . : Sgt. Dick Hanley. A A F : Sgt. Charles Business Manager; M a j . Harold B. Hawtey.
Pearson. Engr ' Cpl Ralph Boyce, A A F ; Cpf. B i l l Atcine. Sig Corps.; Overseas Bureau Officers- London M a j . Donald W . Reynolds: India.
Cpl. Charles Rathe D E M L : Cpl. George Bick. Inf.: Pvt. John McLeod. Capt. Gerald J. Rock Australia 1st Lt. J. N. Bigbee; Italy. M a j . Robert
M e d . ; Sgt Marvin Fasig Engr. Strother; Hawaii. Maj Charles W Balthrope; Cairo, M a j . Charles Holt;
South Pacific Sgt Barrett McGurn. M e d . : Sgt. Dillon Ferris, A A F : Caribbean. Capt. Walter E Hussman Iran. M a j . Henry E. Johnson.
III
M^.^^Jl^'M'
 1941, just three days before Hitler decreed that
no able-bodied Jew could leave the Reich. Beer-
wald came to the United States, leaving behind

om iffls
his aged parents, who are now dead or in a Ger-
man concentration camp.
About two months ago Miss Schilser left Eng-
land for Canada and then came on to Centreville,
near this post, to meet Beerwald. The marriage
ceremony was performed by a Protestant minis-
ter and was witnessed by a Red Cross official
and a Gl's wife.
Conversation Piece Keeps 'Em Walking
Camp Jos. T. Robinson, Ark.—From assistant
camp Rfb^treetcar sat close to C g - D a ^ [ Tng clerk in the 264th Infantry dispensary to chiropo-
tiz, a red-l>eaaea gpanish: " ^l^nainly would dist for the whole 66th Infantry Division was the
Bn- O ^ ^ l ^ n - r h a v e I r U l e s , he ^^f „\Ter one re- step taken in a year by Sgt. Elliot Bernstein. His
Gringo didn t na dreams. The ^^^^ ^^lor civilian pursuit of chiropody made him a very
valuable man to keep the feet of the 12,000 in-
^.^Sedn'-V^^^^^^^^^
ma^kedValso in SP^^y'Jriatch Wtoe^^^ ^,,, ^^il OrU.
Ortiz fantrymen of the division in condition. In the
? I his hair_would^on^y.^jike m ^ ' ^ ^ l u P , bowed 264th, Bernstein's own outfit, foot troubles have

::sflsBi?"5-^ decreased from 64 to 3 percent.

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Amanda A M t o ™ J „ c e n n y t>J " " " • IW» S f ' k W h t I »"'^j;S-b.ate» a»J
{ ; & n * e % ; „ « , e married >,r*|™^om
rU'^.S%,r.vss& ^"- -*
^^^^^f}>^^°?B''^c^^'- worn, into town
put on it. Robert Sk^ne of th ^
went with ner camp Chaffee, A r k - P ^ \ - „ rest comfortabg^^^^
187th Tank B n ^ ^ P ^ f Some ^J^p^AdeA
any overseas foxno j ^hole P i " o w - - - ^
H a p p y ^ " * * ' " l , _ P v t . Budolph Beerwald thoughtfully Ben\i5fovV his head to ^ ^ ^^^^
Co-P > / - S l ^ ' ^ J e - f h r S I T h a p e n i the
? ? ' z i r w " " - « " * ' ^ ^ i r u s ' K S i n g a^oTnance i^Hhrw^r t& ;^-;^ta ,lst Sgt.^ ^
S f n S y . D i g ^ o - thus ,^-8.
K & « S K T h f - ' G S d h r i c k s - Tabloid.
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cer's desk. It wasn't until then that the surprised
adjutant noticed that Ruct's furlough was to be
spent in nearby El Paso.
DELIRIUM IREMORS
a m p Stewart, Ga.—It was reveille and very
C cold, and a private, seeking to be sympathetic
with his hard-bitten sergeant whose teeth were
chattering, said: " I ' m shivering, too, Sarge." The
sergeant glared at him and replied: " M y boy,
you may be shivering, but I'm not. I'm just vi-
brating with health."
JefFerten Barracks, Mo.—A GI asked one of the
girls at a convoy dance her name. "Haug," was
the reply. The QI blinked and then told her his
name: Pvt. Ployd Pigg of the 21st Tng. Gp. After
the dance Pvt. Pigg took Miss Haug home.
Newport Army Air Field, Ark.—^Pfc. Orpha Bar-
ter could have used up a whole TS card when
she found she was detailed to K P on her birth-
day. Her sister Wacs came through .to brighten
her day at the noonday meal, however, when
they set before her a large decorated cake.
Camp Gordon Johnston, Fla.—^The CX) of Co. A,
RTC, received the topper of all requests recently.
A man who was AWOL sent the following wire:
"PLEASK FORWARD MAIL CARE OP GENERAL DELIVERY,
TALLAHASSEE." The GO Obliged", he sent the mail
and two MPs to make sure the soldier got it.
Salt Lake City Army Air Base, Utah—^Pvt. Joe
Poller, former trainer for the Chicago Bears pro
football team, was asked by a classification inter-
viewer what his civilian occupation had been.
Joe answered, "Bear trainer," without thinking
to amplify it. The interviewer, after looking over
a few request sheets, finally said: "If you have
"Yes, sir," Ruct said, laying 15 cents on the offi-
Fort Monmouth, N. J.—"Ramshackle Inn," a cur-
rent Broadway stage hit, has several bits of com-
edy that are strictly GI, and the reason is that a
GI wrote the play. The author is Cpl. George
Batson of the SSO here; he wrote the comedy
two years ago as a civilian but since then made
changes to inject the GI flavor.
Camp Adair, Oreg. — The CO of Cannon Co.,
276th Inf., thought he had real bait for Section
Eight when he heard Cpl. Sherman U. Dionne
shouting into a GI can: "Cpl. Dionne! Cpl.
Dionne!" Dionne explained. "Well, sir," he said,
"nobody ever calls me corporal. I wanted to see
how it sounded."
Camp Breckinridge, Ky.—T'Sgt. James Mooney
is no raw recruit, but he is having difficulty get-
ting accustomed to the routine tasks of making
his bunk, sweeping, etc. The reason, his barracks-
mates believe, is that before he returned from
overseas for reassignment here he had an Afri-
can boy to serve as his orderly for 20 cents a
week.
Camp Haan, Calif.—Pvt. James L. Slaughter of
the a541st Ordnance Co. was not stumped when
the post office told him that he couldn't send a
rose bush to his girl by mail. He solved his prob-
lem by sending her a package of rose seeds.
THAT CERTAIN SOMEIHING S I N G I N G D I S H W A S H E R . If he sings w h i l e he
l l i n g t o n F i e l d , Tex.—When a red, white and w o r k s p e r h a p s Pfc. Peter G. T a m b a k i s , a t Hill
E
blue tie donated by Frank Sinatra was auc-
tioned off at a W a r Bond rally here, Cpl. Freddy
Bar, a member of the post b a n d , knocked it io
Field, U t a h , gets more of a k i c k out o f KP t h a n
w e d o . He sang w i t h the P h i l a d e t p h i o O p e r a .

veterinary experience and a license, we can have

you* assigned to the veterinary detachment." someone for $300 in bonds. Then Cpl. Bar took
off his own GI tie and offered it. A young gal
Fort Bliss, Tex.—^It is customary for the adjutant
of the 583d Bn., AAATC, to arrange transporta- bid $3,000 for it.
tion for furloughing men and make sure they
have money for the trip. "Have you got your
money?" he asked Cpl. Eugene Ruct recently.

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'ilt:Simm\
BE G O O D ! These MPs at Fort W a r r e n . W y o . , a r e a l l A r m y b o x i n g t i t i
•.-.# holders. L to r.: Sgt. Ernest .McDonald, Pvt. Robert N o r a , h e a v y w e i g h t
Pvt. James Roberts a n d Pvt. Jesse R a y b o n , l i g h t h e o v y w e i g h t s ; Pvt. Lav
rence Fletcher, w e l t e r w e i g h t , a n d Cpl R u d o l p h Barrett, f e a t h e r w e i g h

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W h a t goes on •«
Turhan Bey, Boris Karloff and Susan Foster
a r e featured in Universal's Technicolor film, "Tht
Climax." . . . Ingrid Bergman's next picture wiJ!
bring to the screen the story df Sarah Bernhai dt
. . . Eugene Pallette has
been added to the cast oi
"Manhattan Serenade,"
musical starring Frank
Sinatra. . . . Danny Kayc
scored a direct hit in hi.s
first screen appearance in
"Up in Arms," Techni-
color musical that also
features Dinah Shore. . . .
Phyllis Brooks goes into
the cast of Paramount's
"Girls' Town," which
stars Fred MacMurray
Ingrid Bergman and Veronica Lake. . . .
William Bendix and Den-
nis O'Keefe will co-star in United Artists'
"Abroad with Two Yanks." . . . George Jessel will
produce a musical based on Broadway's Roseland
Ballroom. . . . Monogram has just released "Lady.
Let's Dance," in which Belita takes stellar honors
as both a dancer and ice skater. . . . Robert Young
will have the leading role opposite Susan Peters
in MGM's "Secrets in the Dark."
The King Sisters, formerly with Alvino Rey, ai e
headlining the show at F r a n k Dailey's Terrace
Room in Newark, N. J. . . . Duke Ellington goes
into the Hurricane, New York City, on Mar. 30.
. . . Gladys Tell replaces Kitty KalJen as vocalist
with Jimmy Dorsey's orchestra. . . . Skip Nelson
has joined the Teddy Powell outfit, now at the
Sherman Hotel in Chicago. . . . J a n Garber goes
into the Palladium at Hollywood in May. . . .
J i m m y Saunders, ex-GI, has joined Charlie Spi-
vak's orches.tra as vocalist. . . . Red Nichols, trum-
peter, is now with Glen Gray. . . . Johnny Mess-
ner, maestro at the Marine Room of the Hotel
McAlpin in New York for many years, is going
into the Army. . , . Carol Kaye h a s j e f t Benny
Goodman. . . . Buddy De Vito, vocalist with the
Eddie Oliver crew, has been signed by Harry
James to replace Buddy Moreno, Army-bound.
. . . Bobby Allen is the new vocalist with Louis
Prima. . . . Pat Cameron replaced Dorothy Claire
with Sonny Dunham's orchestra.
The 13th Annual Poll of radio editors, con-
ducted this year by Billboard, showed the follow-
ing choices: Comedian, Bob Hope; quiz-contest
program, "Information, Please"; dance orchestra,
Guy Lombardo; male vocalist, Bing Crosby; fe-
male vocalist, Dinah Shore; sports announcer, Bill
Stern; news commentator, Raymond Gram SWing;
announcer, Milton Crosg; concert singer, Gladys
Swarthout; symphonic orchestra, N. Y. Philhar-
monic; best quartezrhour, Fred Waring; outstand-
ing new star, F r a n k Sinatra; favorite program.
Fred Allen. . . . First performance in the U. S. of
Shostakovitch's Eighth Symphony will be broad-
cast by CBS on Apr. 2. . . . Ed Wynn is due back
on the ether with "Ed Wynn's Radio School" as
soon as a sponsor acceptable to him is found. . . .
Old Golds and the Walgreen Drug chain will co-
sponsor airing of the Cubs and White Sox ball
games over W J J D and WIND. . . . Benny Good-
man is expected to return to the air with a 15-
minute, three-times-a-week show sponsored by a
cigar outfit.
F YOU will pleose stop looking back at that
, picture across the way and pay [ust a little
attention here we w i l l go on with what we
were saying: Irene Manning is cj blond who
con sing right up to her looks ond you can
hear her in the Warner Bros, movie "Shine
on Horvest Moon." Before that she made the
sand more habitable in The Desert Song."
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if^^ream? Anyway, it's nice to thinic that a giri tike Margie w«as the same icfnd «f botht<ifl/j|»'
ki^tiw'* • ' soldiers in the field-even if not simultaneously. Margie if /Margie Stewart, the pediMli'
^^^|dio Pictures starlet and. (we ore going to beat you to the fine) "The Girl You'd Like M ^ ,
''^Miw*^'"^ With." This Is one of those cases where it's okay to end o sentence wlHt a propo^t{«i|ii;~
Clyde Beatty Goes West gani.^ation next season. Leonard Bernstein, as-
.sistant conductor of the N. Y. Philharmonic, has
Clyde Beatty, the wild-animal trainer, who re- been asked to compose a concerto for trombone
cently finished an engagement at the Grotto Cir- for Dorsey's presentation at that time.
cus in the Cleveland (Ohio) Arena, is joining
forces on the West Coast with Art Conceifo of Cohan Comedy To Be Filmed
flying-trapeze fame, who la.st season bought the
Russell Bros. Circus. The new combination will George M. Cohan's comedy, "Pigeons and Peo-
open the 1944 season with an extended lun at ple," a Broadway attraction of the 1933 season,
Washington and Hill, Los Angeles. Besides has been bought for film presentation by RKO-
Radio. The play, which Cohan wrote, produced
Beatty's animals, the show will feature Concello's and starred in, concerns a misguided philanthro-
aerial acts, for many years with Ringling Bros.-
pist who takes a hobo into his home, only to have
Barnum & Bailey. his private life disrupted by his visitor's strange
social preachments.
Nimtrlspors Ethel Barrymore for Guild Play
The Theater Guild in New York City has con-
After a run of 20 months as featured singer at firmed the rumor that Ethel Barrymore has been
the 23 Room of the Hotel George Washington, signed for the starring role in "Embezzled
New York City, Dorothy Ross will ink another Heaven," a dramatization of the novel of the same
years' pact next month. . . . The Panther Room name by Franz Werfel. Presentation of the play
of, the Sherman Hotel is expected next fall, in September or October.
in Chicago is testing a This will be Miss Barrymore's first new play
new policy of continuous since "The Corn Is Green," with which she has
dancing. , , . Yvette, the toured the nation.
canaiy who survived the
Lisbon Clipper crash a
year ago, is at the Clover
Club in Hollywood. . . .
Zorima, billed as "Queen
of the Nudists," was a
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 <JL. Thi> Pott Exchange, BAllAD OF BRAVERY YOU READING THIS VERSE
like Y A N K itself, is O n viewing some recen* b o x i n g bouts a n d exhibitions by You sitting there by the vines and cleaning your
wide open to you. Send Joe Louis, M a x a n d Buddy Boer, et a l . rifle,
your cartoons, poems When mastodons of feint and slug You leaning there on the yail to watch the gray
a n d stories to: The Post Stand toe to toe to kiss and hug Convoy of anxious ships, you feeling the awful
Exchange, YANK, The With brotherly caress and wile, Cold at your throat but standing quietly by
Army Weekly, 205 East Then knock each other for a rriile, The stove in the pilots' room: O let us remember
I put myself within their shoes The things we hated, the things we sickened of,
42d Street, N e w York 17, That we may build a world of better timber
To notarize the course I'd choose
N . Y. I f your contribution
If some Goliath, rippling muscle, When we go back among the things we love.
misses the mark, you will Should challenge me to padded tussle.
receive YANK's special The beaches beckon, and the landing barge
de luxe rejection slip to I've thought the situation out Must scrape the sands again; patrols must creep
From opening bell to final clout, Upon the hidden sniper; planes must surge
inspire you to new efforts.
From bloody nose to winded lung Over the last tall mountain till they sweep
And buckling knees to swollen tongue, Past cities going down in granite thunder.
A SIMPLIFIED TAX PLAN And I have reached the calrji decision But hold to this, O break this promise never:
That I'd be subject to derision That younger eyes shall wake on things of
The tax bill this year, as you must know, was Since I'm 1-A among the flukes wonder,
passed when Congress grew weary; Who have no option on the dukes. That younger hearts shall sing in peace forever.
It's a cross between pay-as-you-go and Einstein's
Relativity Theory. A A f T A C , O r / o n d o , Flo. - P f c . KEITH CAMPBELL Woycross AAF, Ga. - S g l . JAMES E. WARREN JR.
Einstein can prove that time and space are
fourth-dimensional equations,
That two and two make four some place, but not
on all occasions.
While Ruml believes in forgiveness now, skip a
year is his plan.
Rawhide Rollins Hits the Trail
You see, my friend, why milk the cow when you
can buy milk in a can?
Thus opposite forces converged in debate and A G/ WESTERN STORY in solemnly. All of them were armed with brooms.
brought forth a compromise pact Quietly Rawhide Rollins closed his door, con-
That's neither fish nor fowl, I venture to state, GT. Rawhide Rollins, rangy MP, was leaning fident justice would be done. Besides he had a n -
nor based on fiction or fact.
Behold, rare formulae and figures abound to
S against the drink counter of the Post E x -
change saloon as she entered—blond and small,
other case! He found June at his shoulder, her
eyes shining with understanding. She tossed, her
amaze the mightiest seer; a girl whose fashionable clothes bespoke the East. pretty head.
You calculate round and round and come out, I A loud m u r m u r of admiration rose from the "You don't like me, remember?"
think, I hope, out here. rough crowd in green Levis. "Shucks," grinned Rawhide, "you're no worse'n
Yet while I'm bewildered and slightly amused, "I—^I'm looking for my brother," she said in a bar whisky."
one thought unwrinkles my brow: refined Boston accent. "He hasn't written lately, With that he picked Miss June up and raised
The tax collectors, too, are mighty confused and so fearing something was wrong I came to find her to his lips.
are attending a school to learn how. him." Gvlfport Field. Miss. - C p l . CARL HAPPEL
The day will come, as it surely must, when my "What might be your brother's name, ma'am?"
simplified plan will be used; asked Rawhide. Under his shirt the lonely law-
Mine is the way to less painlessly bust the public man's heart was bucking; he'd been corralled by
so sorely confused! Cupid at last.
My plan may be thought by some as too rash, "Jerry Tolman," she answered, her gray eyes
and make them hot 'neath the collar, surveying his broad shoulders with more than
But it's simpler to let Uncle Sam take our cash casual interest. "I'm June Tolman."
and pay us 10 cents on the dollar. Rawhide stopped chewing his gum. This was
- C p l . NATHANIEL ROGOVOY worse'n bar whisky. Jerry Tolman, the wild
H e r b e r t Smort Airport, Macon, Go. young rannihan in Bunkhouse 12, had been seen
running around lartely with the Goof-Off Gang.
NO WORMS TODAY Rollins had sworn to get the goods on that n o -
The early bird can catch the worm: torious pack of light-bulb rustlers.
I never fancied foods that squirm. "Let's sashay outside. Miss June," said Raw-
Ho-hum, I'll languish late abed hide heavily.
And catch a little sleep instead.
Ten o'clock of a bright morning. Rawhide
Dole Mabry Field. Flo. - P f c . SIDNEY MASON
crouched behind a tree in the grove near the
mess hall. One by one he watched the outlaws,
who worked for the big K P outfit merely as a
blind, slip into their hide-out. He groaned as
Jerry joined them.
The sergeant was thinking of those bitter-
sweet meetings with June these last few days.
Each time he had evaded her probing questions
about her brother. Instead he talked of Betsy
Girl, his olive-colored motorcycle.
"Listen, you buzzards!" The swarthy leader of
the Goof-Ofis was addressing them. "This is the
haul. We strip Bunkhouse 12. Tolman, here's
your chance to make the final grade with us. Un-
screw a big 150-watter and you can put G-O on
your dog tags. Ganne?"
"Hell," said Jerry, "I been running coke bottles
out of the orderly' room at night, ain't I?" He
cj^^utt^ (Mi^ produced a bottle of coke, and every man took a
swig.
Then the rustlers started through the trees to-
ward the bunkhouse area. Grimly Rawhide
trailed them, sticking to the street so they
wouldn't suspect.
"Hi, pardner!" It was June Tolman behind
him, wearing a blue bandanna over her curls.
"Take m » to see Jerry's bunkhouse, so I can
write Mother what it's like. Pretty please? She
clung to his arm.
This was worse'n bar whisky! Rawhide couldn't
get her to leave, and he couldn't miss his one
, y/titfo
chance to trap the gang. He swung on.
ijii • ;niij/^-
A few yards from Bunkhouse 12 he halted. In-
side the stealthy sound of footsteps was heard.
Uik TIXA5' Inside Rawhide Rollins' conscience a shootin'
scrap was in progress. Love against bounden
duty. Love got plugged.
"Pardner," he mocked Jiine in a cold whisper,
"you dumb tenderfoot, I don't even like you!"
And as she stood frozen in shocked unbelief,
he glided to the bunkhouse door, peered in. The
light sockets were bare. The bulbs were clutched
in the hands of the Goof-Offs, heading for the far
door—
Suddenly a figure there covered the others with
a long-barreled broom—Jerry Tolman! "Reach!
Thought I wanted to join, huh? You coyotes, I
AMi^^ffUA/.^a^ia/yda^^ was only working undercover to see who was
running our lights. Come in, fellows."
-Cpt, Sara F. Sykes, Forf Oglethorpe, G a . Stony-faced occupants of Bunkhouse 12 filed

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SPORTS: ABOUT SOME BIG FELLOWS
By Sgt. DAN PbllER
F A N N I N G J A P S . Lt. Comdr. George E a r n s h a w , w h o used to pitch f o r the P h i l a d e l p h i a A t h l e t i c s , is
now a gunnery officer a b o a r d a n aircraft c a r r i e r in t h e Pacific. Here he directs his crew a t b a t t l e stations.
F OOTLOOSE-AND-FANCY-FREE DIVISION.
J o e Baski, t h e K u l p m o n t ( P a . ) h e a v y -
weight, w h o cuffed Tami Mauriello
a r o u n d so elegantly, w a s once fired a.s a s p a r -
ring p a r t n e r in Lou Nova's training camp b e -
cause h e belted Nova stiffer t h a n an officer
T O WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: Glenn Dobbs,
candidate. . . . H e n r y A r m s t r o n g , now in 1-A,
p l a n s to beat his draft board to t h e punch
by joining t h e Navy as a v o l u n t e e r inductee.
. . . If Mel H a r d e r decides to leave his w a r
job a n d join t h e Indians, he's a gold-plated
cinch to become t h e American League's only
200-game winner. H e needs only t h r e e more
victories. . . . Sgt. J o h n n y Quigley, t h e e x -
M a n h a t t a n q u a r t e r - m i l e r and winner of t h e
Silver Star a n d P u r p l e H e a r t in North Africa,
h a s been sent back to his old outfit in Italy.
, . . J i m Crowley, t h e F o r d h a m football coach,
will become a full c o m m a n d e r any day now.
He's on A d m . Halsey's staff in t h e South P a -
cific. . . . T h e n e w Dodger uniforms for night
g a m e s will b e of "jockey satin," which is a l -
most grounds for an investigation by J u d g e
Landis. . . . E v e r y w h e r e Lefty Gomez went
on his recent North African tour, the first
question t h e GIs asked h i m w a s : "How did
you get a w a y from J o h n n y M u r p h y ? "
N OTRE D A M E h a s a l w a y s enforced a strict
m i d n i g h t curfew. One night while Lt.
Comdr. J i m Crowley w a s a sophomore, he
h a p p e n e d to b e w a n d e r i n g around in d o w n -
t o w n South Bend. It w a s almost midnight
and»Crowley w a s going a n y w h e r e b u t back
to t h e school, which w a s t w o and a half miles
from town.
S u d d e n l y h e encountered t h e school's p r e -
fect of discipline. T h e prefect glanced at his
w a t c h a n d t h e n looked a t Crowley coldly. It
"'»o:e^_
w a s t w o m i n u t e s until midnight.
" J a m e s , you k n o w y o u ' r e d u e back at
school," said t h e prefect.
"Not u n t i l 12 o'clock, F a t h e r , ' said C r o w -
ley.
"Well," said t h e prefect, "do you think you
can m a k e i t ? "
Crowley t h o u g h t for a m i n u t e , then w i t h -
SMALL NOTES A N D STORIES
out halting an eycla.sh he : aid wistfully: "Not
against this wind. Father.
e.\-Tulsa and ex-Randolph Field, and I n -
dian Jack Jacobs, e x - O k l a h o m a and e x -
March Field, a r e a t t e n d i n g OCS at Miami
Beach, Fla. . . . Lt. Bob Ison, former Ail-
American end at Georgia Tech, is stationed
at t h e New London (Conn.) s u b m a r i n e base.
. . . Pvt. Tommy Bridges, Detroit pitcher, and
Pvt. Maurice Van Robays, P i t t s b u r g h out-
fielder, are taking basic together at Camp
Crowder, Mo. . . . Lt. Bernie Masterson, t h e
old Nebraska q u a r t e r b a c k , is directing t h e
Navy's athletic p r o g r a m down in Dutch
Guiana. . . . Lt. J i m Lansing, F o r d h a m ' s A i l -
American end, is flying a b o m b e r in t h e
South Pacific, which he h a s named, n a t u r a l l y ,
the Fordham Ram. His t e a m m a t e , Lt. J i m
Noble, is operating a pursuit job off a carrier.
. . . Cpl. Bob Nestell, w h o used to be a fine
h e a v y w e i g h t on t h e Coast, is a patient in a
North African hospital, recovering from
wounds he picked up in t h e Sicily canipaign.
. . . Lt. S a m C h a p m a n , t h e slugging A out-
fielder, is a flight instructor at t h e Corpus
Christi (Tex.) Naval Air Station. . . . C P O
S H I P P I N G . Capt. Ted Lyons, White Sox
pitcher, a w a i t i n g Pacific assignment a t PE.
E X - B I G L E A G U E R S . Pvt. Maurice V a n Robays (left) a n d
Pvt. Tommy Bridges talk baseball a t C a m p Crowder, M o .
Freddie Cochrane, N B A w e l t e r w e i g h t c h a m -
pion, is now stationed at T r e a s u r e Island,
Calif. . . . Lt. Bob Barnett, w h o played center
on t w o Duke Rose Bowl teams, is a m e m b e r
of a Marine fighter squadron on Bougainville.
ANAGER B I L L Y SOUTHWORTH is p r e p a r e d
M for t h e worst now t h a t P e p p e r Martiri
is coming back to play w i t h t h e Cardinals.
In t h e old days. P e p p e r w a s n e v e r greatly i m -
pressed by t h e m a n a g e m e n t , especially
F r a n k i e Frisch. One day Frisch w a l k e d out
of t h e hotel and just missed being h i t on t h e
head with a p a p e r bag full of w a t e r . He
looked up a n d spotted P e p p e r leaning out of
a fourth-floor w i n d o w . Frisch raced up t h e
stairs and into P e p p e r ' s room shouting;
"Don't you know you could h a v e killed
me?"
"I know it, F r a n k , " said P e p p e r . "We both
gotta be m o r e careful."
S ERVICE RECORD. Inducted: Tex Hughson,
ace r i g h t - h a n d e r of t h e Boston Red Sox,
into t h e Navy; Slats Marion, St- Louis C a r d i -
nal shortstop, into t h e A r m y ; Phil Herges-
heimer, star right wing of t h e Cleveland
Barons, into t h e C a n a d i a n N a v y ; Mickey Liv-
ingston, No. 1 Chicago Cub catcher, into t h e
A r m y ; Sammy Byrd, former major league
outfielder w h o t u r n e d golf pro, into t h e N a v y ;
Roy Weatherly, New York Yankee outfielder,
into t h e A r m y ; J o e Moore, o n e - t i m e N e w
York Giant outfielder, into t h e N a v y ; Paul
Dean, b r o t h e r of Dizzy a n d former C a r d i n a l
and Giant pitcher, into t h e A r m y ; Ben Chap-
m a n , e x - A m e r i c a n League outfielder a n d
1942 m a n a g e r of t h e Richmond Colts, into t h e
A r m y ; Pinky Higgins, Detroit outfielder, into
the A r m y ; Chef Laabs, outfielder for t h e St.
Louis Browns, into t h e A r m y .
Rejected: Buck Newsom, n e w l y - a c q u i r e d
Philadelphia Athletic pitcher, because of a
broken k n e e c a p ; Pog Manders, Brooklyn
Dodger fullback, because of old injuries to
his back; J u g McSpaden, hottest golfer on t h e
w i n t e r circuit, because of acute a s t h m a ; Bob
Seymour, fullback for t h e Washington R e d -
skins, because of a knee injury; Howie Schultz,
6-foot-7 Brooklyn first baseman, for t h e sec-
ond time because of his height; Alex Wojciec-
howicz, Detroit Lions center, because of an
ailing shoulder.
Reclassified 1-A: Hal Trosky, Cleveland first
baseman t r a d e d last season to t h e Chicago
• White Sox; Satchel Paige, famous negro pitch-
er; Steve Sundra, r i g h t - h a n d e r of t h e St.
Louis B r o w n s ; Elmer Riddle, 21-game w i n n e r
for t h e Cincinnati Reds.
Accepted,- Pfc. Mickey McCardle, S o u t h e r n
Cal. q u a r t e r b a c k , f o r M a r i n e OCS, Quantico. Va.
Killed in action: Lt. Pete Holovak, F o r d h a m
backfleld star, in a plane crash on T a r a w a .
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